I don’t like to drive. It doesn’t feel natural. Walking or
running. That’s what we’re meant to do. Driving just makes humans go crazy. At
least that’s all I get the sense off when I’m on the road. Everyone is in rush
rush rush mode. Time to go to work or the store or wherever it is they have to
be. Typically, I’m not a fast driver so I’m the one people are flying around.
If I’m running late to work, it’s a different story, of course. I’ll save that
for another time. My point is I hate running around, and I think cars encourage
that. I appreciate the ease of getting from place to place faster and the
ability to see sites l probably wouldn’t be able to access without a car.
However, if today’s society was built around walking or biking I would choose
that for day to day and save cars or buses for the occasional use. I’m okay
with slowing life down.
As a teen I loved driving. It gave me a sense of freedom. I’m
not sure when it became boring or turned into a task, but at some point I just
didn’t like it anymore. I do remember never wanting to drive again after my
first car accident. I think I was seventeen. I can’t recall what changed my
mind to get into that driver’s seat again. I’m sure it was my mom’s encouraging
words.
Tomorrow morning I’ll get in the car again to drive my mom
to the airport. She’ll fly back home to Ohio, and I’ll drive home trying to
keep the wheels of the car on the ground as well as my mind. One day I’ll fly
from this world, but for now I’m here on Earth whether I’m walking, running, or
driving.