The Fallacy of Goals
I rode my motorcycle to Port Dover. I’ve been there many times throughout my life but it was my first trip by motorcycle.
I mapped out a route that would avoid the logical roads that I would take by car. I wanted to get away from the traffic.
Of course it took me much longer – almost two hours. I stopped a few times to check my maps. I took a wrong turn and had to back track.
When I arrived I toured the town then stopped for lunch. Munched a burger and fries at the Port Dover landmark “The Arbor” then strolled around.
My visit to Port Dover lasted about 45 minutes then I headed back on the same route. Total time out was about 4 hr 30 min.
Later when I related my journey to a friend he laughed about the curious time imbalance. That’s when I realized that it was never about the destination. That was just a goal of convenience. It was the journey that thrilled me.
It’s not that setting and chasing goals is bad. Maybe it’s a Maslov hierarchy thing where achieving goals meets one level of need and enjoying the journey is a different level.
Or it just might be the musings of a middle aged guy too infatuated with his motorcycle.
What do you think?