It occurred to me on the drive home today that experience is everything.
No really, let me try to explain.
While I enjoy the spaciousness of our sedan, I always fear scraping the passenger’s side when I drive the vehicle. In fact, this has happened and I still drive the thing with fear.
The obvious adjustment would be to ditch the machine and go for a skinnier model. However, there’s a huge cost of switching. It isn’t as easy to switch out a car as it is a computer, for example.
Yet, there were no way you could have known those few inches would be so impractical, from parking on the streets, down to your own garage. It wasn’t until you lived with it you’d figure all these things out. No amount of internet research, word of mouth, or obsessing could have brought these issues to light. It’s all the in the experience.
I’ve been thinking about growing up. How despite the fact I’m now 23, I still struggle with fundamental human things like mingling or, even, expressing gratitude.
But maybe that’s okay. Especially if, with every single interaction, you get a little better.
For my next year and more of existence, I plan to go out for many drives instead of leaving the car parked in the garage, to gain that experience. There will definitely be scratches, scrapes, and bumps, but if everything is in the experience, I can’t wait to see where I end up by the time I’m 30, 25, or even 24.