Steve Jobs once uttered the words: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I’m about to do today?” Life is about the journey, the course we plan, those we meet along the way, and the way we treat others. Jobs goes on to state: “And whenever the answer has been, “no” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.” Life is fragile. We are on the path to the destiny we make. What and who we are is decided by all the above.
Today I was on a journey. I purchased another piece of furniture and made the journey across this wide and fair city of Melbourne to my destination. Through long and winding streets I found myself driving. The hot sun beating down making my efforts to concentrate laboured. Along freeways and tollways continued my journey. The sounds of talkback radio incoherent over the sound of the air conditioner. Through tunnels and under bridges. The car surged on. The scenery continued its cyclical meanderings as the sun continued to show its ferociousness. A thousand miles had passed.
Finally there was a turn off. Off the freeway and off the well beaten path. This path was less travelled. The talkback radio host tells me about the dangers of toxins and chemicals in my food and water. My concentration wavers, the radio is turned off. Large semi trailer trucks pass my little car. They seem like huge beasts roaring as they pass. The little car does not falter. It is true to its course. Another turn into an even less travelled path. Dust all around the car. A meandering stream is ahead. Over the bridge the car goes. The meandering stream passes by.
The goal and destination is ahead. Trucks are parked all around like a herd of dinosaurs. In the dust and dirt and unpaved road lies the destination. Sheds amongst the wilderness. No others here except the oracle, the keeper of the treasure. The oracle leads the way to the precious treasure. Covered in dust and spiderwebs. It is here. The journey to reach it is over. The little car is loaded with the treasure and bound towards home. Over the bridge with the meandering creek. Back to the road that all others travel. Through the tunnel and finally home. Where the treasure belongs.
(C) 2014 by Christopher McLeod for Aflatmajor.com