What Is More Important---The Journey Or Destination?

What Is More Important---The Journey Or Destination?
There was a heavy downpour early in the morning, but none of the drops dropped from the sky. They dripped from her face quite like water from Niagara falls. There was nothing I could do to help her out of the predicament she was in, although I was duty-bound to share her grief. Life had pushed the two of us on the same train, and the train was to terminate on a platform no one had ever been on.

None of us knew anything about the destination we were headed for. There were all chances that it was going to be flooded with grief every single day. At the same time, there was always a possibility of seeing some of the happiest faces in the world on it. The difference was to be manipulated by virtue of the consequence of the interaction while we were on the train.

It is the journey that is important, even more important than touching the destination we were headed for. The journey is supposed to be enjoyed with complete vigour and enthusiasm. It is to have all paraphernalia of a drama. There was to be a comedy to be staged, while a tragedy waited behind the curtains to unfurl itself. Both genres of drama were to present themselves before us in a comprehensive form, and we were to enjoy all of it.

We had struck a deal with fate. The journey was the important part of the deal, it didn’t matter what destination we got to. We were to search for and find happiness while on the journey. It hardly mattered if we got to the destination or not. The destination is always to be clouded in a shroud of mystery but the journey was what was going to propel happiness within us. It was to be of a short duration, but the tenure of happiness within my self is something that has been quite short for a long time. The journey has been abbreviated for me primarily because I have been quite late in reaching the station, or the point of embarkation.

There was a typical angst within me on being late for the journey, but it hardly mattered now that I was out on an adventure with her. It would have been an entirely different journey had I been able to reach the station from where the journey was to begin well in time, but somehow, I was delayed. The journey would have been completed with a different companion and some different adventures may have been before us.

Somehow, I couldn’t grasp the importance of being a part of the journey at the earliest. The route to the station has been made quite tough and difficult for me, and I do wonder why it has been me who has been singled out for the delayed journey, but I now realise the importance of the journey. The journey is more important than the destination. There never was an urgency of getting to the destination, being a part of the journey was all the more important. The traveler is to get all the reward, not the one who reached the destination first of all.

Virtually, there is no race in reaching the destination. Those who get there before everyone do get a different reward, and it is really worth all the trouble they took to get to the destination in time, but those who reach the destination in a delayed manner don’t get punished in any manner. They get their own reward, and it is also not bad.

All said and done, I strongly feel it would have been better had I been able to reach the destination in time. a lot of things would have happened and quite  a few may not have happened.  I may have had a different goal in my mind today rather than an obsession to get to the destination. But I failed to absorb the message that was written clearly before my youth and adolescence that I must reach the destination before everyone.

I was out for an adventure where the journey was to take me on a different adventure. Had I got the hints, I would have been all set for the journey, and may have even been near the destination or at it, but I failed to get the messages. I failed to reach the station in time or even before everyone else. I have been quite late in setting on the journey.

 The journey is to be an adventure; it is to be the reward of all of the patience I have had to display. Practically, I didn’t have a choice but to be patient. I could never have done anything concrete about being late in getting to the platform or station from where the journey was to begin. I firmly believe all this has been a part of a pre-destined fate I have often heard of. I was not sure of its powers to change the courses of my life till I had an encounter with it myself. I have wanted to change the inscriptions of fate, but all my efforts have been nullified.

Very little had been in my hands. I’ve had to dance to the tune of melodies strung on guitars not in my hands.  I can never have changed the inscriptions  of my fate, no one can. Not even Allah has the powers to do so. I have a vague idea of the inscriptions, there is a bright future waiting for me.

Let us see when I get to it.