This is one of those times.
In a nutshell: An Indian boy survives 227 days after a shipwreck, while stranded on a boat in the Pacific Ocean with a bengal tiger. He happens to be very spiritual, practicing 3 religions (Hinduism, Islam, Christianity) all at once, and also the son of a zookeeper.
A good part of the book was filled with elaborate, technically detailed descriptions of the process of staying alive in a lifeboat. I did not like this. But I highly enjoyed the spiritual imagery.
What does this have to do with anything?
Well, this weekend, my rugby team spent 10 + hours in cars traveling to the southwestern corner of Colorado to play a game (which we won). In my opinion, both road trips and rugby games are a great time for reflection and revelation.
Well, think about it. On a roadtrip, you’re passing new landscapes….
If you’re lucky, you’ve got a mix of old and new friends.
You may stumble upon familiar landmarks.
(If you’re me, you may not be hungry for tamales and end up eating an apple, a pear, an orange, and 2 apple-cinnamon muffins for dinner without complaint, over the course of 5ish hours.)
On a roadtrip, you may get to your destination to find that it’s better (or worse) than you expected.
Better: mountain views, fluffy grass, 60 degree weather in March
Worse: field is behind a bowling alley, the opposing team plays and talks dirty
Comparing this new location to home is ok.
(Conclusion: Colorado Springs’ mountain views are prettier.)
You may want to play around a bit in the sunshine.
(If you play women’s rugby, that just means you’ll emerge a bit more scuffed up at the end)
Then you can explore the local dives…
Thanking God/Allah/Krishna/whateveryouplease for vegetarian options at a brewery…
As well as for the appetite for ice cream to fuel the 5 hour drive back home.
You may even encounter some blatant messages along the way.
(some are not necessarily to be obeyed)
And though you may come home physically worse for wear…