Destination

Blog4: Destination

No longer do I worry that I would get lost on the way to a destination as I did in past “goings and comings”.  I refuse to entertain jitters that I would somehow be late en route to an important appointment. Driving myself from point A to point B can be stressful especially when I don’t plan ahead and allow enough or extra time for circumstances on the road that are bound to happen.  Thanks to the inventor’s ingenuity of the tech tool, GPS (Global Positioning System). Approximating distance, time and speed requires nothing more than punching an address, a destination, into a built-in GPS keyboard.  That’s definitely progress, and “I’m lovin’ it!”

The place you and I head for or the place something goes follows natural patterns.  Any wheel for instance, influenced by force, goes up and down.  The same is true with an object thrown upwards.  Gravity pulls it back down.  Day becomes night, season changes, with feeding from the sun and water - a planted seed sprouts-grows-blossoms-and-dies, water runs its cycle of evaporation-condensation-precipitation, like a working clock, that goes round and round.  All fulfill their destination of movement … transformation.

Yesterday, the 30^th Summer Olympics opened in London, England with much pomp.  Naturally it could not have “just” taken place.  No Harry Potter’s magic wand, unfortunately.  What you and I saw on screen (for those of us who didn’t get to physically be there …), took imagination, planning, energy, resource, and much preparation.  To get to that one phenomenal show of talent … concept, and achieve a “WOW” effect, the London’s Olympiad Venture Team started germinating an idea somewhere, sometime.   What of the athletes competing? Their presence there began long- with a dream, a vision, passion, strategies, nurture, and preparation – physically, psychologically.  Many sacrifices are shared by athletes, and the people who help them get there.  No doubt ---accomplishing a purpose, achieving a glorious end or getting a coveted prize all require endurance, patience, stamina, devotion.

My minimal and rapid thoughts about goings and comings make me think momentarily of human life’s destination.  Advancing age in physical years could not hide my mind from bringing it to light, and speculating.  Where to from here … really?   John Calvin’s religious thoughts, based on ideas that God controls everything on Earth, weaken my spirit.  If that were true, why act on something or anything?  If our very existence and destination are pre-arranged, what’s the use of visioning, dreaming, working toward realizing goals?

On life and its destination: I choose, and keep breathing… singing… living a life enveloped by a will, and say “I believe”...