It just doesn’t matter.
And while I’m conflating two movies, Casablanca and Meatballs, the truth is undeniable.
I can be in pain at home doing nothing or I can go to Seoul and be in pain and probably be unable to do anything. It’s only a change in longitude, not attitude.
So I’m going to get on the plane. But I realize whatever I do in this crazy world, it really isn’t going to amount to even a hill of beans.
What does it matter? It doesn’t. So I’m at yet another airport, waiting to get on yet another plane. Had I stayed at home, sitting around and doing nothing, the outcome is the same – the world keeps spinning.
Spin away, near or far. It just keeps spinning.