“There’s lightning in the sky, I’m on the run
As an overwhelming urgency explodes.
All my life been waiting to arrive.
It’s not the destination, it’s the drive.”
—Jason Wade “Paper Cuts”
So goes one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite musicians. I’ve loved this song since I first heard it…well, last week. It took me a whole week to realize how appropriate this song actually was.
You see, I think those words are very true for most humans. We’re not called a “race” for nothing. All my life, I’ve been racing for one thing or another. To get an education, to get a good job, to have a family, to reach a point in my life where I’m totally fulfilled. Waiting to arrive. I’ve been lucky enough to achieve many of my goals. Some have escaped me. One in particular—to create a story that will capture the imagination of more than me—still dances just out of my reach.
But I’ve reached a point in my life where I wonder if maybe that might not be best.
Alan Shepard, the first man in space, emerged from his capsule and said, “Man, what a ride.” He’d achieved his dream. He’d been to space. Guess what he did then? He started trying to get back to space. In 1971, he commanded Apollo 14 on its mission to the moon, where he became one of the few who have walked on that gloriously inhospitable surface.
Man, what a ride.
I will never stop trying to string together words and now pictures to make that story that will suddenly become the story everyone wants to know. It’s my journey. I may never reach the end of it, but I have to believe there’s a reason I’m on it. Maybe when I reach my end, I’ll know for sure what that reason was. In the meantime, I’m just going to enjoy the ride.
The Why of the Drive
By Michelle Garren Flye
You start out fresh, focused and free
The window rolled down to feel the breeze
But you tire as the miles roll endlessly on
Each one passes but seems ever so long
Exhaustion sets in, dragging you down
You may nod off and miss a whole town
Muscles ache, discomfort draws your sighs
Why did you start this, your heart cries
But then you round a curve and know the why
You see it ahead where mountains meet sky
A creek bed that wanders hither and yon
A prairie or seascape that feels like a song
Oh God, help me enjoy the beauty you send
Even if it means I don’t make it to the end
Don’t take me away before it is gone
Just let me be where I know I belong.