There are certain memories that stick with you forever and you wonder why, out of all your memories, that particular visual image resonates within you. I remember walking down a completely unimportant little street in London with my mother when I was 10 and seeing simple apartments and a couple of kids outside. We were lost--on our way to a place that seemed important at the time yet I don't remember the destination--only the journey. I remember thinking i'd be back there one day and I haven't been back since--i couldn't find the place even if i tried but i guess it's kind of a metaphor. something, someone, or some idea might seem important at the time--so important, in fact, that you strive, struggle, and rush to achieve it, to get there, or to have it. But then, you miss the beauty of the road you're on--the road that's taking you there and that (i believe) is the important part because the destination--that thing you might have really wanted, well...you might not want or need that later but you'll never get your time back; it will become wasted time and energy because you weren't able to enjoy the journey. you were just rushing from one thing or place to the next--stressing yourself out and all for nothing. Things that may seem important to me now will be here and gone like the wind so I have to slow down and think about where i'm going and how i'm getting there--to ponder the process rather than the end result.