We spend most of our lives rushing from one destination to the next, from one event to the other. For once, it was nice to get in my car knowing that I had nothing to do besides get lost.
I have a real talent for going in circles though, I suppose, because even though before today I had never heard of Paradise Road, I somehow ended up circling back to it over four times. It was a while before I realized that I was truly lost.
I glanced to my left once, and was startled to see I was driving by the hospital where I was born. Later, on another brief occasion that I knew where I was, I found myself driving by the high school many of my childhood friends had attended.
Sometimes I looked up at the stoplights, glancing at the people next to me thinking, where are you traveling to? Where is your life taking you? Who knows, maybe they were just as lost as I was. It is difficult to remember that despite how important my life seems, everybody else in this world also has some destination they are rushing to get to.
And you know what, even though I had no idea where I was for most of the drive, I didn’t even need a GPS to find my way back home.
