The Journey Is More Important Than the Destination

I looked down the street I grew up on, and all I saw were cars parked end to end on both sides of the street. These two lines of parked cars stretched for a quarter of a mile. I had lived on this street since I was four years old, and now I was seventeen.

I remember thinking to myself, “How come there are so many cars, and I don’t own one? How can all th…