One of the key tenants of most major world philosophies is that one must learn that the journey is more enjoyable than the destination itself. This, of course, in reality, is a difficult mindset to attain, as it is often the goal we focus on while ignoring the scenery, simplemindedly trudging towards whatever horizon we envision to be the end of our journey.
Caz’s, a bar in Tulsa, and my new hang out, has a beers of the World club, which after 100 beers imbibed, inscribes your name on a plaque in celebration of your worldly enjoyment of damn fine beer.
I so far have 3 marked off the list. It’s going to be tasty, if somewhat hazy journey.
And for once, I care less about the destination than I do the journey.
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