The Raft and the Speedboat

If life is a journey and not a destination, why are we not happy just wandering aimlessly?

If life is a destination at the end of a journey, why are we not content when we arrive at wherever 'there' is?

I think there is one more component, maybe two that are missing in the matrix of living a satisfied life.

So grab a beverage, maybe a cigar and sit for a minute; I want to tell you a story about a raft and a speedboat.