For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.
I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.
– Robert Louis Stevenson
Theres a lot to be said for driving. And its not just the natural optimism that comes from the simple fact that youre in motion. For me I find, particularly at times when Im unhappy or under a lot of stress, that it gives me a refuge. A haven thats to be found in the comfortable space between A and B. A place of respite where you can suspend everything while you travel. Its almost Zen like. To forget oneself is to be happy. Enjoy the lack of control you have to change what made you sad at A and will still be waiting for you when you reach B. Focus on all the aspects of your journey one at a time to the exclusion of everything else. Because the relief to be found isnt in passivity. It doesnt do to be still. Like water, we need to move or we stagnate. We need to have purpose. The comfort comes because youre doing some simple, mechanical task but thats necessary and worthwhile. Concentrate on the road, the way you drive through the bends, the signals, the other cars, note objects and places in the landscape, listen to the song thats playing on your stereo, or else deliberate on the engine noise, the sound and feel of the rushing wind through an open window, and the silence. Concentrate solely on your driving. Allow all other thoughts and concerns to drift to the periphery of your consciousness. Enjoy the miles. Hide inside the space between A and B. Create sanctuary. Drive.