When we’re focused on arriving, we miss the fact that the majority of life is in the traveling.
We’re travelers, not arrivers.
Even in the last moments of life we’re only packing our bags to embark on yet another journey.
How do I know this? Because we leave.
In this very moment—this very one—you are traveling. Where are you going?
Or are you more concerned with traveling well?
Will you stumble off the plane, eyes bloodshot, jet lagged, sagging, aggravated…or will you enter the jetway with your eyes bright, a bounce in your step, a smile on your lips, anticipating the next yet unknown?
You may not know this, but every destination is only a mirror of the traveler.
Even Singapore is dulled by the dull traveler.