Most of us ask this question, when on a bus or in a train, “are we there yet?” and more often than not, we know the answer to the question and yet we keep asking “are we there yet” because the temptation is irresistible, the temptation to make it to the destination, to the finish line. We know the train will reach the station at 8:00 AM in the morning and yet 6:00 AM to 8:00 AM feels like forever, because we know how close we are, how. close. And this optimism is the spirit that fuels the engines of our hearts and keeps us driving no matter how far the destination is.
Contrary to the popular belief, there are fragments of us which are not really binary at the very core. We, human beings are not really binary, deep down – our emotions differentiate us from the rest of the mammals. We are very well aware that it takes seconds for our life to take a turn (for better or worse) and yet we wait with utmost optimism for the train to reach the station. We could think of ways to save ourselves if the train derails or if there is any other unforeseen emergency but we choose to eagerly wait for the end of the journey with optimism. Interesting, isn’t it?
And this arduousness of the journey and the impatient temptation makes the travelling all the more interesting, the longing to break free from the shackles of the routine and the regimen you’re trapped in. And a lot of times, it is not even the destination that really matters as much as the fact that you’re ‘going away’. In the desire to run away to a certain place, the ‘running to’ is given a lot more importance and in the due course, we tend to forget about the ‘running from’ part and hence we ask, “ARE WE THERE YET?”
I often think about how we never appreciate how beautiful our own cities are. Marvels of amazement scattered all around us and yet we don’t take notice but when we are on a vacation or travelling we never stop capturing moments on our phones! Why? We have thousands of stories unfolding in our own homes that we choose to ignore and yet we look for stories in places where they don’t exist, once we step out of our homes. Why?
Is it because we have more appreciation for the new and the unknown and we take our own for granted?
Or is it because we feel obligated to tell the world that we’re are ‘sophisticated’ creatures too who have been to different places?
Or is it because the journey from breaking the shackles of the mundane and the ordinary to reach that other place has been so tiring that we have a newfound appreciation for the world we live in?
Or is it because the temptation to ‘reach’ was so infuriating that everything the destination has to offer seems magical – even when it is not?
Or is it because we’re in a constant whimsical chase of never-ending happiness when we know damn well it doesn’t exist.
May be we like to live in denial (or optimism) and thus we never stop asking –
ARE WE THERE YET?
dev. – 21.10.18