When I was in Europe back in 1971, I rode in a hovercraft across a body of water. It was a commuter hovercraft with maybe twenty passengers. I was completely focused on the experience. It was a thrill riding in this air/boat in the shiny glittering choppy surf. I felt as if I were the only passenger and that this ride was a special gift from Providence. And it probably was, because I've never forgotten it.
Here's the thing, though. I cannot remember where this body of water was, nor which country it was in. My inclinations say it was in England. But, I'm not sure. Did I cross the English Channel in it? I think not. Was I in Scotland or France, even Spain or Italy? I cannot remember. What I do remember is the excitement, the wonder, I felt at riding in that amazing craft.
I think this reflects the notion that it isn't the destination that matters--it's the journey. Where I was and where I was going then aren't important today. What is important is the experience and the memory of it.
I love hovercrafts! They always look so cool. I've never been on one though and I only know about one hovercraft journey route and it's less than 10 minutes long so I figured it wasn't worth the money.
ReplyDeleteI agree about the journey though. I had a teacher who said, there's no point going somewhere nice if you have to go through hell to get to it.
I couldn't agree more with you. What matters is the journey. I don't care about the outcome. I enjoy the ride. (If I were worrying about outcomes or results I would not be enjoying the journey). Lovely post, Richard.
ReplyDeleteLovely thoughts, Richard. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI certainly agree that the journey is more important than the destination. By the way, Richard, I did get your email and I've put "Beautiful Ruins" on my reading list.
ReplyDeleteThat would be an experience worth remembering.
ReplyDeleteI have memories like that too. I remember the lake, the water, the fact that it was made from a volcano, and the people. But I have no idea where I was. Too bad. Would be nice to got back, but I guess memories are like that...
ReplyDeleteI have never been in an hovercraft. Some journeys can never be forgotten.
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