There are those days when I get up and all I want to do is get in my car and drive. I would love to drive until my iPod ran out of songs, but I am afraid that I would run out of roads to drive on before that. I am pretty sure that everyone has those days where they wake up and they want to do one of two things, nothing or drive. Personally I do lean towards nothing more often than not, but there just seems to be something so peaceful about driving and not knowing where you are going.
I guess you could say that I live in my head a lot of the time. I would argue that most people do. Most of us probably have daily conversations with ourselves, we dream about things and we analyze most everything (or at least I do). I cling to words. In my opinion any word spoken is a promise, a bind, a welded creation between the two exchanging them. I guess you could say that I am a person who takes to heart everything that is said. Don't get me wrong I can take a joke just like the next person can, but I am talking about promises. I am talking about a statement that yields a bond. I guess because I cling to these I am often disappointed and left wanting to either drive or do nothing. I am the type of person that expects you to keep the plans you make or to do what you said you were going to do.
On the other hand, because I am a person who weights an individual's words more than usual I am more reluctant to promise them myself. I am not one for making set plans with people weeks in advance because who knows it may be one of the days I just want to drive or do nothing. Guess I want to keep my options open and not disappoint anyone the way that I so often am.
Not sure if this all has a point or a meaning, but in my mind all words carry weight and that weight is a bond. Maybe I should learn to live a little more free and not be so dependent. Maybe I should wake up and just live the day. Maybe I should wake up and just drive until my iPod runs out of songs. The feeling of an open road yields no commitments or promises except a sunrise and a sunset, that is all we are really granted as certain. I suppose I will have to weight my life on the sunrises and sunsets, or as I previously stated, The Bookends to Life.
Neither of these are my pictures.
"The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere;
the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling;
vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea
and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls."
- John Muir
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Yet another post that makes me want to scream out, "Me too!!" It finally occurred to me that this keeps happening not because we are the same person, but because you have a way of connecting with very real and common issues of humankind. Either that, or we're actually twins.
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