I really enjoy my job. I mean really, really, really enjoy my job. In fact, I'd wager that I'm the only IT Student from my class that can say that honestly. So, one morning, I woke up and had to go to work. I was particularly looking forward to going because I had some unfinished work from the previous day and a few new things I wanted to try out. But, before I could go to work, the part of my brain that deals with reality(the boring part) (un)helpfully reminded me that I needed to brush my teeth, take a bath, and wear clothes. Not to mention all the chores I would have to do before leaving the house(or face the wrath of my mother, 'cos Hell hath no fury like a Mother scorned).
For "The Greater Good", I summoned up courage and did all my chores(with surprisingly few complaints from me), conducted physical hygiene(with great reluctance) and dressed up. Then I stepped out of my house full of energy and confidence to face the day.
Twenty minutes later, I was still in front of my house waiting for a bus. I struggled to even remember why exactly I had been so positive about work today.
If only I could just wake up at work and skip all these other things, I'd be much more productive. Or at least I thought so while I was standing in front of my house waiting for a bus.
Although I could be wrong, I really don't think that all parts of the journey are important to our destination. Some times the journey slows you down and reduces the amount of time you can spend at the destination.
That's the major moral this story taught me. Of course the journey should be enjoyed, but it shouldn't be wallowed in. You shouldn't spend so much time journeying that you have no time left to spend at the destination.