“If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that we are eternally anchored. One’s destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.” — Henry Miller, Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch
On the second night in a roadside hotel, I’ve come to accept the traffic noise. Wedged between a highway and a distribution hub there isn’t very much soul to the place at all—the sound of traffic is the only notable anchoring point. What does one do with that but move on eventually? Noise indicates flight from this lifeless enclave and so I’m finally seeing the noise as freedom hiding in plain, uh, sound. When I return to my quieter place, perhaps I’ll celebrate that place a bit more for having been here.
Travel opens our eyes to the beauty in the world, but sometimes it simply serves as a reminder of why we chose to anchor where we did. We ought to appreciate what we’ve got while seeking insight and understanding of the world around us. Perspective is a beautiful thing indeed, friends. Things could be worse, and things could be better, now is all we have to launch ourselves into that future state.
Not every day can be wine and roses, or waterfalls and sunrise hikes. The trick is to grab ahold of something tangible anyway. A small, independent coffee shop or a local historical site might just be the difference between soulless and soulful. The key sometimes in business travel is knowing that this too shall pass. That highway has been calling me home since I got here.