What’s the goal?
What’s the point of this activity?
Is it pure survival?
Or are we working toward something?
Some sense of accomplishment.
One of substance and meaning.
Or just coasting?
Dreading the bottom of the hill.
Because we can see it in the distance.
And we know that eventually our momentum will wane and the wheels will come to a stop.
The alternative being a life in gear.
One with a destination.
One with drive.
One with twists and turns and obstacles to negotiate.
One with roadblocks and challenges to our patience, ingenuity and savvy.
With learning opportunities at every curve.
Coast down a steep enough hill and your brakes, no matter how resilient will eventually overheat.
And the park ranger of life wielding a temperature gun will wave you off the road to cool them for a bit.
While those climbing are learning all the way.
Working toward the top.