I was driving along on the Ventura freeway yesterday
Singing an old Jackson Browne tune and lost in thought
When I realized that everybody was driving like lunatics,
Like they just robbed a bank and didn’t want to get caught.
And it dawned on me that one of mankind’s fatal flaws
Is not being able to slow down, relax and enjoy the ride.
I mean, what is the hurry? Why not arrive a little later?
Is saving a few minutes worth getting all angry inside?
The thought that followed was even more disconcerting
Because even I could relax a little bit more deep within.
In many ways, I thought, my life is just like this freeway.
I just never seem happy enough with the lane that I’m in.
Why do we always think “down the road” will be better?
Why do we live our lives as if it’s some kind of a race?
Why do we squander time chasing some fantasy “there”
Only to find that another “there” always takes its place?
Thoreau said most of us lead lives of quiet desperation.
When life has no larger purpose, we start dying inside.
Maybe "road rage" is caused by subconscious frustration.
Maybe we punish each other for dreams that have died.
Maybe a crash is just a meeting of two incomplete souls.
Maybe we speed to create the illusion of going somewhere.
Maybe rushing is just some kind of sad, empty metaphor
To make up for dreams dying from lack of courage to dare.
Ah, but it’s just driving. Maybe I’m reading too much into this.
I'm probably stretching this silly freeway metaphor way too thin.
But still, I wonder if we'd be happier on the road, and in life,
If we all just learned how to be happy in the lane that we’re in.








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Not that politics and/or wars are unimportant, but as you so eloquently stated, we need to start with ourselves. Thanks for a thought provoking and smooth read! BTW, best wishes for the contest.









.. everytime i get on the freeway now im going ot think of this !! i never thought of life and compared it to a freeway... very nice !!!

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