A straight and level road is as unusual in life as it is in tarmacadam. It may appear that way but there will always be little unexpected dips, twists and turns for which we can never be fully prepared. We fail to profit from the journey, the excitement of travelling down the road, because we are physically so engaged in the mechanics of getting “there ” and mentally so involved in creating our own image of the good or the bad of that destination. Pleasure and anticipation exist at the planning stage but these qualities magically metamorphose into urgency for the journey to be over very soon after the wheels have started turning. We squander the majority of life’s joy in getting to an unclear “there”, as each “there” appears to be nothing but a staging post for the next “there”, and we hold out so much hope that the next “there” will be so much better than the “there” in which we presently are.