Why we do what we do…
Today I walked through the crowded London underground and then through the crowded airport where people walk aimlessly about trying to make sense of a world that they do not know or understand. I queued to get through the security checkpoint and make my way to a moment of near peace in the Executive Lounge. Here I eat processed food until it is time to make my way through the crowds who are now aimlessly walking around the departure area and I join a queue to board my plane. I sat in my seat next to everyone else regimentally positioned in the aircraft waiting to be given more processed food. I cannot face it so opt for a drink instead (the stewardess seems offended)
Upon landing, we queue to board the bus to Frankfurt terminal and then once again walk through the crowds who have now turned from aimless to desperate….desperate to know if their luggage has arrived. I pass them all until I find the aimless ones again, looking for their flight and trying to make out all the signs while standing in the middle of the walkway (or even better straddling their luggage cart across the walkway to maximise congestion while looking skywards and reading every sign individually). I make my way through them to once again stand in a longer queue for security and make my way to another lounge for something to drink quickly before I go and find my Gate and wait for my delayed onward flight to Nice.
I get on the bus to the plane and then board the plane and find my seat. As I settle down and watch the passengers (the aimless people in the departure lounge are now wondering down the isle aimlessly trying to see which seat will jump out at them and say “Hi, I am your seat, please sit in me”)….and I reflect on why am I doing this?
Yes the money can be quite good sometimes and whilst I love travelling, there comes a point when you can have too much of a good thing, so these are not the main reasons. As I smile at the lady in front of me that actually hears her seat speak to her and goes to it with far too much excitement, and I realise that there is a combination of reasons why I do this.
I do it because I am quite good at it and I can challenge myself to be better at it. In other words, it is a space I can grow and develop myself while making a meaningful contribution. But the real reason I do it is because I love working with my loving wife and my friend and son. It is so much fun applying our talents and skills in different ways, combining those talents and skills to try and develop new things. Knowing that we could apply those talents and skills in many ways to many things, and we would always manage to achieve what we all wanted…because we can.
So, while at the moment it provides what we all want, I am happy to amuse myself watching the rest of the world do what they do whilst we do what we do (the stewardess on this flight has given me a processed sandwich and when she sees my reluctance, she tells me it is her favourite!!!!…she needs to get out more). Who knows, one day we may pack all this in and start something new and seek an alternative lifestyle. If that happens, I will enjoy that because of what we can achieve together and the fun along the way.
I love my life because of what we make of it. I love it because it is filled with special people that add to it in ways that make it special.
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Bongisa Says:
