I have over 250,000 miles on my mail Jeep.
That’s a lot of hard driving.
I was looking at the mileage the other day, and thinking about how it would be good to try and keep the old Jeep going, and I thought that it would be good to stay alive for a while, too.
I’d like to keep pouring on the miles if I can.
Of course, you never know what’s going to happen.
You could throw a rod in your car….something could explode in your body…or maybe you just slow down and stop somewhere out in the world.
That’s not fatalistic or anything….it’s just how things are.
You can’t live with the end in mind.
You live….every day….to make the most of that day (if you’re smart).
Sometimes my days just float by….and I wonder where they’ve gone.
Getting back to the mileage allusion, though, I know that it’s not the accumulation that really counts.
Having a million miles on your odometer really doesn’t mean much if you never went anywhere in all that driving.
Piling on the years doesn’t mean much if you aren’t going somewhere, too.
Irregardless, I’d still like to see my “odometer” roll over a couple of times….at least.
Anyway, you’re always going somewhere….even if you can’t see through the fog.
You’re always spinning through space….even if you’re standing still.
You head towards something….even if you don’t know your destination.
That’s how we roll.