I’m pretty interested in how we get to where we are, which is never the way we thought we’d go, and then how all of our unexpected, crazy paths merge, crash and cross. I often sit in traffic or stand in a line at the bank or the grocery store and wonder where everyone is going and why, what brought us all here, to this spot. Inject me with a few more ounces of courage and I might actually get out a clipboard, fake some sociology credentials, go down the line, and ask.
I was thinking about this the other day and realized, with a shock, that my interest goes way back. The summer before my senior year in high school (I think), I applied for some sort of summer program at Cornell (Ever heard of it?) . I had to write an essay on a book that had influenced me and I chose The Bridge Over the San Luis Rey, which of course, bears exactly that theme. I’d just read it and couldn’t get over it.
Add to the picture that my favorite book as a child was Harriet the Spy and Sentence #3 of Paragraph #1 falls right into place.
(I didn’t get accepted into the program, btw)
And so it remains. Paths, roads, decisions, journeys. The why is unanswerable and irrelevant. All that’s worth saying is where now and lead me.