On my
road trip I realize that aging is like traveling through time. As children we
yearn for time to pass quickly. “Next year I’ll be eight,” my granddaughter says
with a dreamy faraway look in her eyes. We’re driving to Bear Mountain to see
her camp. Within a few minutes of the trip, she repeats every ten minutes or so, “When will we
be there?”
Contrasting
with an eight-year-olds’ anticipation for time to pass quickly, the 80-year-olds
I know want time to slow down. They aren’t in a hurry to arrive at the final
destination.
On the
home front, routine dominates and time passes more quickly for both young and
old. Travel is a way of slowing down time. We confront the novel, the unexpected,
the need to problem-solve at every turn on the road.
Living in
New York City I feel deprived of fresh air. One of my goals on this journey is
to load up on it. But I discover that none of the hotel and motel windows open;
even the windows of ground-floor rooms are sealed tightly shut.
I realize
that we barricade ourselves from Nature in other ways. To some extent, we shut
out our awareness of the nature of aging.
But why
not? Humans are naturally greedy. We want to live as long as possible and we
strive for elements to support survival. Fresh air is one and explains my
perturbation at finding the windows sealed. We share our life force with animals
and plants. Who hasn’t been awed by the energy and determination of the seedling
poking its fragile, slender stem through a crack in the cement!
Conclusion:
Travel and aging are opportunities to examine our passage through time and to
recognize the natural state of greediness. Every journey has an end. We do best not to squander our valuable
resource-time which to some degree we can control.
Time passes ever more quickly, but have you noticed that when we are truly creative, we feel outside of time??
ReplyDeleteThanks for a lovely metaphor, and for the acceptance of our human and understandable 'greed' in the need to be fully present forever.