I sat on Saturday thinking about why I was so crazy to ride into the headwind just to get a few miles in. I thought about why I would sit in a posh coffeeshop, just to find inspiration for a drawing or two. I thought about the wind that might be at my back, the wind that was at the backs of those people who kept coming in.
We go a lot of places, sometimes by choice, and other times by push. Its not really best though to question why we went there. Rather, we should enjoy the moments, and mark them as signifiant only when they endear us to move from where we are, to where we will be.