Three men want to travel from Georgia to Maine. One takes the Appalachian Trail. It takes him six months, during which he gets poison ivy twice, has to sleep in a tent and carry a heavy load, walking over 2,100 miles. However, at the end of it, he has made many friends with other hikers, seen a lot of beautiful scenery, and learned a lot about his own ability to deal with tough situations.
The second man drives. It takes him about 4 days (figuring stops for meals, bathroom breaks, and sleeping), during which he has to deal with traffic jams, toll booths, and that one cook in New Jersey who got his order wrong five different ways. At the end of it, he's also seen some quaint small towns, took in a few historic sites, and listened to a ton of good music on the radio and CDs (always have to figure in that one stretch where the radio 'scan' button does a full circuit without finding anything.)
The third man takes a plane from Atlanta to Presque Isle. It takes him a few hours, during which he has to deal with a grope-down from TSA, a delay on his transfer at Dulles Airport, a guy next to him who won't stop talking about the decline in tuba sales, and a mixup where his luggage gets sent to Bangor. However, he arrives at his destination quickly enough that he is able to catch the annual Potato Blossom parade in the afternoon.
All three men started from the same place. All three men got to the same place. All three men had good experiences and bad experiences, and probably think that the others were mistaken in their choices. However, it was their choice to make, and no one else could choose their path for them.