Here I am, stinking my toe into the Stream of Consciousness Saturday.
My first thought upon hearing the word "shortcut" is skimping; not doing something the way it should be done. Taking chances that risk loss or harm. Why does my mind go there first? Likely because I have lived in a blue collar world were these type of short cuts cause harm most often.
As to the "short cut" that gets a person from one point to another in less time, those can be quite handy. I have a few I take from time to time when out driving, but what excites me the most is not a shortcut, but a back road.
One can slow down on a back road. Take in scenery, find the quaint, the unusual. Mom and Pop instead of chains. There is no extra signage on a back road to block the view. There is a feeling of adventure and discovery on these blacktop or dirt ribbons. A calm settling rather than a hurried frenzy.
Go ahead and take your short cut, and I'll take the back road. You'll be there before me, but I'll arrive more satisfied.