There's this cute little story about Einstein when he took the train from Princeton University. As the conductor boarded the train to check the passengers' tickets. Einstein began to search his jacket pockets for his ticket but couldn't find it.
He then looked in his trouser pockets and in his small carry-on suitcase, without success. Finally, he started looking on the seat next to him ...
Seeing this, the controller said to him: "Dr. Einstein, I know who you are, everyone knows you, and I'm sure you bought a ticket. Don't worry".
Einstein nodded in gratitude. The conductor continued punching the tickets of the other passengers, but as he was about to leave the carriage, he saw Einstein on his knees, searching under his seat for his ticket. Intrigued, the controller turned to him and said: "As I told you, we know who you are. Forget about the ticket; it's not a problem!"
Einstein looked up at him and replied: "Thank you, young man, I too know who I am. But what I don't know is where I'm going! That's why I keep looking for my ticket!"
I'm certainly no Einstein but there are days when I'm also on my knees still looking for my ticket to find out where I'm going - although, with advancing age, the destination seems to become ominously clearer.
