The Drive

The impatient child asks "Are we there yet?"
And the annoyed mother responds "Not yet dear. Just about 30 more minutes until we are"
(2 minutes pass)
"Are we there yet, mom"
"No, now just enjoy the ride"
(5 minutes later)
"Are we there yet??"
"Stop asking me and just be quiet. We'll be there soon."

Stop asking me and we'll be there soon.
The ride.... The drive.... In life can be long.
What is "there" in the journey of life?
What is the hurry to get there so soon? What if "there" isn't as spectacular as the ride? What if "there" is only another ride?
Trees and birds and mountains are passed by, trying to get "there". We're like impatient children, hoping to get "there" quicker than we understand what "there" is. What if "there" isn't really all that worth the drive? What if the drive is what "there" is all about?
ImPatiently, we close our eyes to what is around us while we take a journey towards "there". And our hearts are challenged, our brains are broken, our hurt is magnified and intensified, our pain is parallelled to our impatience. "THERE THERE THERE" Are we there yet!?
What is "there" if we are not mentally aware of the reason we're here? On a road, a journey unfortold, just lived. Oblivious, we drive down a road of fear. Not taking in our surroundings as innocence breaks down to a morsel and a birthing of self begins. We fall, we cry, we crawl, we want to die. But as our hearts build in the journey of life, we become what "there" is... And "there" is only us, in a mirror that once beheld our impatient childish dependant reflection. We, ourselves, are the "there" that we are hoping to get to. Are you "there" yet? Are you "whole" yet?