So we’re here together, stuck in commute, on our way to wherever we don’t want to go.
We’re on the seat beside someone else who’s been somewhere they don’t want to be. It’s hot, and frankly, it’s becoming rather unbearable. But we stay here. We stay stuck in commute.
The ride is over before we even realize we’ve passed our stop. It’s over, just like that, and we barely noticed the breeze, the flowers, the faces we loved along the way. We can’t even pick a favorite part.
We were given the tickets for free. We didn’t even have to pack any bags. We were given a free trip, and an indefinite amount of time to enjoy that trip. And yet, we complain about the trip all the time.
What if?
What if we treated the trip like the gift it truly is? What if we were childlike in the way we approached it? Like it’s an adventure; like something exciting is waiting around the corner, waiting for us to just open our eyes and find it was there all along.
What if we tried something different every day ~ taking a new route, tasting a new food, making the first move, saying the first sorry?
Would that make the commute easier? Perhaps. Perhaps not. This trip is not without pain, loss, tragedies that tear our hearts apart.
But what if?
What if we packed our bags for the trip of a lifetime, then threw those bags out the window? We don’t need that baggage. We just need open hearts, open minds, a childlike sense of adventure.
Wait, there’s more. Someone who loves you – you know the one – needs you to help them get up and go. They’ve been sitting on their suitcase. Just sitting there. Now’s the time for you to take them by the hand, pull them up,
On An Adventure copyright Heather Grace Stewart 2012
and remind them their tickets are stamped: ADMIT ONE (GOOD FOR ONE TRIP ONLY).
This is it. This is the trip.
What if?
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