I enjoy walking; or, more specifically, I enjoy taking walks. Whenever I've got a lot on my mind or I'm not sure what to do with myself, or even just when I want to get out and move around a bit, taking a walk is one of my favorite choices. Something about being alone out in the open air and trekking forth without a necessarily clear-cut destination is relaxing, and it provides a level of privacy that I can almost never get in my own house. I'm able to mull things over, to consider my circumstances and how they could be impacted by decisions I've made or will make, and, on occasion, make some interesting observations. I can't say it clears my head, because usually it's just the opposite. My thoughts crash about just as furiously as they always do, but whenever I'm out wandering around, they do their crashing with less interference from external distractions, which sometimes leads me to draw some interesting conclusions based on how the different interpretations of what I've experienced intermingle.
Lately I've been trying to make some decisions, and I've been rather frustrated with my complete lack of progress, so I decided to go out and walk in a giant circle around my neighborhood. If nothing else, I figured I was at least getting some exercise. So I took off down the street at about 8:50 PM and figured my journey would take roughly an hour (it did). As I was walking, I saw a small green bug scurry across my path and into the grass by the side of the road just as a car came flying by. It occurred to me that this bug probably just crossed the road, and that may not really seem like anything special, but think about it: a bug crossed the road. Without getting hit by a car. Honestly, what are the odds? Think about how huge that road is in the bug's eyes, and consider the frequency at which cars travel down it (this is a pretty busy road, for the record, not some backwoods dirt path, just so you know). I can picture the bug sitting on the one side of the road, psyching himself out in preparation for the coming ordeal. There he is, knowing this is an all-or-nothing undertaking; his success at this endeavor makes or breaks his entire future. He pauses to contemplate for a moment: his very life is on the line if he decides to go ahead with this very dangerous maneuver. Is what's waiting for him on the other side worth risking everything to attain? Is he even capable of making it across at all? Finally, he comes to the conclusion that he must go, that reaching whatever is on the other side is worth the price of making the journey. He skitters out and for a little while, it's smooth sailing. Suddenly, a car comes barreling down the road at what seems like a million miles an hour, and he just narrowly avoids a sudden and untimely demise underneath its tires. More cars come and go just as rapidly, but he succeeds in avoiding death at their hands as well. Finally, after what feels like hours, the bug has the lush green scenery of the other side of the road in his sights; if only he can make it past that final white line, the line that denotes his success. If he can just keep going for a little while longer, he'll be home free. He hears one last car rumbling toward him from way off in the distance, and resolves to make one last push toward that line. With all his effort, he heaves his body out of the way of the car, and finds himself, at long last, within the safety of the grass, having made his way laboriously across the entirety of the road, triumphing against all odds and in the face of the most adverse circumstances he's ever known. He rejoices victoriously, and scampers off to claim his prize, proud of everything he has achieved.
And yet... it was still just a bug. Crossing the road. He got where he was going, but really, where was he going? No one cared when he started out, no one cared when he got there, and no one cares now. Who knows if he's even still alive? I happened to see him cross the road successfully, and after processing it, I thought, "Wow, that's pretty impressive." But in the grand scheme of things, his accomplishment in crossing the road was completely and utterly worthless and irrelevant.
Which begs the question ladies and gentlemen... what's the point? I could beat myself up overanalyzing the context of every decision I ever have to make, weighing the pros and cons and trying to figure out what the very best course of action to take is. That course of action could be a risky one, but it could very well pay off handsomely in the end if I succeed. Or I could take the safe route, one that may not be as rewarding in the end, but that guarantees a solid and stable environment for myself. Either way, that bug who wanted to cross the road may as well have been named Bill, and I think I can take a lesson from the exploits of Billy the Bug: whatever I do, it ain't gonna amount to a hill of beans in the end. The irony that any given circumstance can seem so gravely important and yet have virtually no real significance is something I can appreciate, which just makes me chuckle even more heartily at this masterfully crafted joke we live in. I can't wait for the real punchline.
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