Airline Anxiety and A to B Delirium

I'm the lonely protagonist obstructed from my objective. The folks slow to get off the plane keep me from my goal, inefficient drivers do great injustice by reducing my speed, a crowded sidewalk on the way to the taco truck is a colossal inconvenience.

I often slip into this perspective under the bewitchment of thought or emotion. It occurs during figurative or literal movement towards a goal. Fulfillment awaits me at a destination and any impediment threatens my heroic mission. Yet, upon arrival, my troubled journey ends with only brief satisfaction before a new quest begins. I got from A to B, but now C beckons. 

There are  two unhealthy viewpoints in play here.

The first is that life can be savored only upon arrival. But arrival to exactly where? The majority of life will unfold between landmarks, goals, and achievements. It happens in traffic, on the plane, and during day to day striving.

​Ultimately we labor towards a moment in which we hope to rest in present contentment. But.. Could that contentment occur right now?

The second problematic perspective is duality: Jonathan against the world.

Am I not a creature of the world?  Do I not fall somewhere in the spectrum between atoms and galaxies? And is everything in this span not a piece of one big thing?

The airline incident occurred between myself and a woman. Both of us believing ourselves to be inconvenienced protagonists. Both of us focused on getting to a future moment instead of resting in a present one. It's a classic road rage formula which transcends highways and airports to infect our whole lives if never brought under the light of awareness.