I sit in a train bound for Albertville. It’s one of those really fast ones, Train Grand Vitesse, or TGV for short. It can or actually is, travelling at around 200 miles per hour.
Due to the speed of this iron monster, the French countryside is speeding by. Not as fast you might think for 200 mph, but still fast enough to make is one big blur.
And even though I like trains and the sensation of riding in one, the thought struck me –
Do I live my life from a train window?
Meaning, do I speed through my life at 200 mph and not catch the little details or tiny wonders along the way? Do I sit back passively and let someone speed me through my life? Am I content with a big blur?
There’s something that can be said for going through life slowly…of course we can only go as slow as God allows, but I would hate to speed to towards the goal, only to get there, look back, and not realize how I got there…
In the end a TGV train gets me home faster than driving. I feel that buzz, that American buzz, in the back of my head that says – “I SAVED TIME!!!”
But once there, how much did I gain if I missed the journey along the way?
Just a thought…
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