Earlier this year, in want of a destination [or for lack of a destination or for no clarity of destination], one of the most amazing journeys of my life was curtailed, unexpectedly and all of a sudden, and I haven’t quite recovered from the unexpected evacuation. I would not hide the fact that when journey began or was about to begin, I was not mindful of destination. I was. Selfishly so. The destination or the desire to reach the destination or fear of failure in reaching that desired destination had deluded me; however, once I started the journey, I didn’t look back in the past as well as further in future. Ever since I started that journey, I never bothered about the destination for I was too much into the thrill of the journey for the journey presented itself with a wonderful co-traveller.
It was possible for me to forget the destination for I have always functioned in this manner. The charms of a destination may have inspired me or motivated me to undertake certain journeys in life but I haven’t allowed them to beguile me into forgetting the journey. I have also undertaken journeys for the sake of journey itself and in process reaching destinations that I could never imagine. Destinations were built and destroyed, built again and destroyed again, sometimes they were moved further, sometimes they were ignored – Destinations – are as fickle as humans – capricious, uncertain, deceptive and untrustworthy. As our experience changes, our destination changes too. Someone smitten by a destination undertakes a journey only to realise that in course of their journey, they and their experiences have changed, they might feel duped or disgruntled, and the whole of that particular journey, that took precious moments of their limited life on earth, appears futile.
It was long ago that I learnt to select the journey instead, and to not be bothered by its destination, which is far away in a distant and uncertain future. My mother always played this Gurbani titled Ek din chalna in my childhood days. The Gurbani is a reminder that we all have to leave (this world) someday and it will be all of a sudden. With such a fearless upbringing, it was and is much easier for me to forget destination. For all I know, I may be all looking forward to destination, forgetting the thrill of the journey, and then suddenly I meet my death. I will be deprived of both – journey as well as destination.
People want a destination, a definite destination to become co-travellers, else there are plenty of travellers who share their destination and they are not afraid to partake in their journey. Not that I consider destinations less significant but I, for one, will not let go the thrill of the journey for sake of a deceptive destination. Destinations are uncertain. Reaching there is uncertain too. It may take a long time, or we may end up reaching a point where we come to know that destination is still afar, or we may not reach it at all only to realise that the journey so far wasn’t fulfilling either, or we may realise that destination is something altogether different than what we thought of.
There was a time, when I was much younger, when I had planned my parent’s 25th wedding anniversary, 30th wedding anniversary, and what vehicle will my brother drive to his university and what not. None of those could be fulfilled. I got crushed each time whenever such a plan failed. Then, I grew out of it. Very early in life. I left the chase of destination. I began to enjoy the journey instead. Many years later, in 2015, i.e., today, I am very proud to tell you all that I have no future plans and that I am very happy about this fact.