The lull of simply moving forward

Sometimes, when driving, I get terrible road trance. I'm so hypnotized by forward motion that, driving down the interstate, I end up a mile down the road from where I intended to exit for my destination. Of course, then one must decide whether or not your original destination was correct in the first place, if your brain subconsciously led you away from it.

I feel life operates in a very similar manner, as one gets so wrapped up in forward motion for it's own sake that one looses track of goals and destinations along the way. This week was a very fast moving week, and I anticipate only riding the accelerator in the immediate future. That is in part why I am forcing myself to write this, even though I have nothing of real not to say. When I come up for breath in a few weeks, or even a few months, I might have accidentally been plunging forward so fast that I'll be a completely different person.

It is, after all, all about a long dark journey into the unknown, and anything done to make the journey more pleasant is essentially worth it. I amass so many interesting stories that, if I ever build up the balls to publish them, I may actually become a decent writer, unlike now where I'm sure I'm just babbling.

tags: road trance  life  

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