It's good to be me

Driving around in my Honda yesterday evening, somewhere between Grand Rapids and Kent City, my mind wandered (does it ever really do anything else??). At some point, I woke from my thoughts and it occurred to me, just then, that I would not want to be anyone else at that moment. I did not crave fortune or fame, or even a writing career, not then, and not because, and not as a result. If you were a fly, struggling to maintain a vantage point while keeping up with my speeding car down the highway, nothing would look particularly fantastic about what I was doing. It's not like I was driving with the top down along the Pacific Coast Highway. Nor was I test driving one of those new car-planes - no, not even the X-37 (isn't that the name of NASA's new mini-shuttle?).

I was just....... thinking. I cannot even remember what I was thinking about it. I just remember, at the point of return, feeling unique and satisfied and intelligent and..........happy. I believe my train of thought had led me down some new-found road, and I knew that nobody else could have thought it up quite like me. I wonder if everyone has those moments. I wonder if Tiger Woods felt that way when he was spraying his sperm around to every white blond chick south of Montreal. I wonder if Ron Washington (the Texas Ranger's baseball manager) felt that as he was snorting his cocaine last summer. I wonder if that kind of oneness is the same thing I am talking about. Or are they just shortcuts, hence the term, "cheap thrills"? Does the source of this mean anything?

I don't think I can truly answer that question in anything more than a very general way. I know that for me, there is a place I can fall into, sort of a reverie, where......well, it's a good place to be, sometimes.