Like this grasshopper on the rear view mirror, seldom do we also have an idea of where are we headed…

Yes, yes we all have a plan, money in the bank, insurance and maybe a little black money ( or is it gone). But let’s ASM ourselves, how much of it actually is planned or mere coincidence of us being in the right place at the right time!

So the age old, chicken vs egg/journey vs destination, is a question we all want to get answer too…

But what I have realised, in the hardest way possible, it’s indeed the journey, once again loon at that grasshopper, with wind in his hair and sand at his feet(old song), relaxed, calm and I guess maybe happy too…

Why can’t we be like him/her?