The roads were slick with rain and it was dark, the highway mostly empty. I was alone with my mind, which is always quite active when I am driving alone. I was listening to Lullaby, Op. 57, No. 2 by Cyril Scott through my airpods when a thought crept into my mind.
Life is a highway, and we are all on a road trip.
I mean, life is almost an endless drive right? We have those points when we are in the fast lane. Racing past the others, perhaps in our youth. Those busy and exciting times when the the music is pounding through the speakers. The carefree moments or the consistently laborious points in life when we are going so quickly, trying to be conscious not to crash. Sometimes, one can not be careful enough.
And then you have those in the middle, the track between the fast and the slowest. The ones who have to be the most careful to stay on their lane. The driver is a bit slower because they are not sure of the direction they are taking. Passing the cars in front of them to achieve their trek to their destination or to go into the slowest lane and make an exit are the options that lay before them. This is not an easy decision though, and the stress this can cause can cause one to waver a bit.
And then there is the slowest lane. You’ll find many different people in this lane. The ones who need to make a stop for a gas refill or a rest stop. There are the ones who just want to cruise without the pressures the other two lanes hold. There are the ones whose cars broke down on the side of the road and are on the shoulder, waiting for roadside assistance to come to their aid. And then the ones who’ve had enough of all the driving and take an exit for their last time.
We are all on the long drive, from the moment our feet touch the pedal. And with this time, the best we can do is enjoy the ride the best way we can.
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