…..supposing the world was coming to an end soon, she resolved to buy an RV and see as much of the planet as possible before Armageddon ultimately arrived. It became her life’s mission; it became her guiding North Star; it became a raging obsession within her breast. Ten years later she was still out on the highway, still doggedly chugging along from one town to the next, from one national park to the next, from one alleged tourist attraction to the next, still executing the same game plan as before, still adamant in her belief that the end was near and she must therefore hurry about her business like there was no tomorrow. Time must not be wasted, y’hear? We only have so much time in our finite lives to ride the champion racehorse! She was vehement about seeing EVERYTHING on Earth’s surface before the dreaded apocalypse arrived. Yes—literally EVERYTHING!!! Everything, that is, except the trivial mundane minutiae which serves as the glue holding one’s life together and seamlessly binds the past to the present and the present to the future and aimlessness to purposefulness without an individual ever being consciously aware of its presence. Life happens while we’re foolishly chasing after “absolute” goals that often turn out to be frivolous, misguided ones…..
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