What keeps you going isn't some fine destination but just the road you're on and the fact that you know how to drive. ~~ Barbara Kingsolver
You're wrong, Barbara. The road I'm on, I don't like. And I don't know how to drive -- I'm having to walk. In the snow. Which is slippery. And those cars aren't exactly leaping out of my way. What impells me to trudge along with my head down, my legs heavy, and my feet cold, is exactly that fine destination you apparently despise.
What is it with people who think that everything's just fine and dandy? Have they simply given up? Do they truly not think that there must be something better than this? Well, they're wrong, too. This road I'm on is not enough. There is something better, and if there's not, then by God, I'll make something better. What I will not do is settle for crap and say it's OK.
But maybe I'm wronging Barbara and her ilk. Maybe she's just talking about going on when you've given up hope. And it's true, she partly is. But that sarcastic little "fine" -- nah, I don't take anything back.
That attitude is so damned pervasive. "It's the journey, not the destination." Bullshit. Those are the words of someone in a goddamn car with heat and a CD player.
The journey is not valueless. But neither is it the point.