Journey or Destination

I remember, when I was a kid, my school was quite far from my place. I used to take a bus trip up and down everyday. In the afternoon, on my way back to home, I always used to love the journey. Watching streets from the bus window, reading name plates of the shops, watching people get in and get down at every stop, conductor with his bag of tickets and the money… It used to be fun. I was a special friend of the conductor and few other regular travelers. Talking to them and telling them about my day at the school was a daily routine. More than reaching home, the journey to home used to make me happy.

I have not changed since…. The question always haunts me…. “Destination or Journey?”. More than the cheerful feeling of reaching to my destination, the melancholy of end of journey breaks my heart me at times.

Even in those stupid Shahrukh-Karan Johar movies, I liked the “process of” falling in love more that the part “after” falling in love. In my college orchestra group, I loved practice sessions more than the actual performance. In my treks, I love the walk and climb more than reaching at the top.

Then how shall I spell success for myself? What should be my goal? Shall I set something that I can reach for? Or something that would be impossible to attain, but the journey towards it would be endless?

More than reaching somewhere, this journey, full of life, is important for me. I want a journey. Which at every step, will give me a feeling of fulfillment and at every step let me feel the fragrance of success. A clean, clear, happy, smiling journey.