I read somewhere that there are basically two types of people: the destination-driven and the journey-driven. The first tend to take the fast lane because they’re goal-oriented and just want to get where they’ve going in life without stopping to lollygag or take time to smell the roses.
The latter tend to savor the present moment and seize each new day as it comes. These take little thought for the future and focus more on the here and now rather than on their destination.
Which type are you? Destination-driven? Or journey-driven?
Don’t apologize for being strange
and preferring the back roads to
the fast lane. Besides, it’s safer
to shun the interstate with its fury
of traffic in a hurry to get somewhere,
somehow, if it means pushing you
out of the way. Better any day to hit
the narrow ribbon of road where no
one behind you is cursing a bitter
stream of words or slamming his horn
in anger as you meander along at your
own pace, humming “Fields of Gold”
with Sting on the radio, while eyeing a
peaceful landscape with its sequence
of sights changing shape as in dreams:
Spanish moss draped over trees like
bearded giants soon become a tower
of pines. Grazing cows give way to a
barn darkened with age, steepled by
a weather vane. Clothes hung out on
a line to dry remind you of days long
gone. A pond of ducks catches your
eye, slows you down to forty, then
thirty-five. But what the heck, you
think, there’s no real hurry. You’ll
make it in plenty of time without
worrying, and if you don’t, no sweat.
You’re just grateful for the journey.
I’ve always enjoyed Sting’s original version of “Fields of Gold,” but I think I like Eva Cassidy’s just as much, if not more. Eva enjoyed her journey too, but has now reached her destination.
So which type are you? Destiny-driven? Or journey-driven? Or some of both?
“The Journey” received a poet laureate award, as finalist, from the NC Poetry Society.