As I move through old age I find that my outlook has reverted back to that of the teen-ager in some ways. I am once again looking at life as a motorcycle ride not a U-Haul move. The large moving van is a vital part of life in the years of forming a family and raising children. If that seems a strange thought to you think about all the items you needed to take with you when traveling with an infant and a toddler. You need to be prepared for leaky buns. That can be as simple as changing a wet diaper to the gross clean up from a major dump. Picture the wet wipes, extra clothes and sacks for trash and dirty wardrobe. It might even involve a change of clothes for you and hosing out the car. This is not the stuff of which motorcycle rides are made. You might need a trailer on the back of the truck.
Mountain roads can be a joy or a battle. Freeways can be a horror, double when you go through construction zones. Stopping to eat can be a simple, “Where” to a question of “Can I get out again if I go in.”
One hauls all the baggage of life. The other is a tool for excitement.
Our situation varies. Life is an adventure. Whether we are destroyed or made stronger often depends on our attitude. So much does.
homo unius libri
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