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    January 20

    It's the journey, not the destination.

    No, you moron. It's the destination. Always has been.

    The longest, most luxurious journey means nothing if you don't get where you want to go, and even less if you get nowhere at all. If it weren't for the destination, who in their right mind would bother even starting a journey?

    If it weren't for destinations, you'd only be able to buy mystery flights. You might as well never bother to have any goals in life or work to form any ideas about how to achieve them, especially if when things go wrong, some well-meaning imbecile gleefully reminds you that your destination - a goal that you chose, exercising your God-given free will - is rightfully overridden by some other random 'great journey'.

    Hitchhiker-Luxemburg-1977 What they don't understand that a journey without a destination is simply aimless wandering. We would not be here if our ancestors believed it acceptable to live life with no other purpose than to commute between birth and death. The history of mankind is written by the few who decided to search for a destination worthy of struggle, not those who chose to infer an aimless future from an unpredictable present.

    Other people may have given up in the face of failure. They may have told themselves something to make themselves feel better, like "It wasn't God's will", or "It's the journey, not the destination." You do not have to accept their failure projected onto you. You don't have to accept them shoving their fatalism down your throat. If you have a clear idea where you want to be and you want to take the expressway, not the side streets then let no-one belittle your refusal to compromise.

    So when you get sideswiped by life it doesn't mean you've been blessed with a pleasant little detour. It means that some capricious celestial meddler has knocked you off course. You may accept and choose to explore this change of direction to the fullest like some fatalistic limp-wristed pussy. Or you can granny-knot your bootlaces and scythe a bloody path back to what you know will be the quickest route to where you want to go.

    Without destinations, there are no journeys.