Driving

Once upon a time there was a period where I would say that my ideal job was to be some rich guy’s driver. Know I know that I thought wrong. Haha. Why? Cause since then I’ve realized the real reason why I love driving so much. It’s not so much the act of driving itself, but what driving means to me. And this is why I do not enjoy driving in traffic jams, and why I (and most people, i assume) love driving on empty roads.

So I actually came to this realization after having to drive daily to and fro for work. See, in the early mornings when traffic is scarce, driving that 20 minutes to the LRT is so peaceful and enjoyable, it has become like a daily therapy session for me.

Driving, to me, represents the two things in life I value the most: Freedom and Pride. To give up these two things would be harder than selling off my soul to the devil, which, may I add, I almost did before some deity up there must have done some last minute systems check and realized that more people (me) are selling their souls to their competitor and hurriedly threw some chances down at these people in hopes of pulling them back from the edge.

I was SO close to falling in the pit, too. It might be abit later than I would have liked, but that chance was what I had been waiting for all this while. Better late than never, right? Heh. But I’m really pleased with the way things are going now. I’ve got a bit of routine set in to keep me from straying too far, and also just enough randomness to avoid myself from getting too bored (I have long suspected that I have a *cough*mild*cough* case of ADHD). Anyway, life is giving me stuff to do, things to learn, and others to… well, do something about.

Plus I get a daily dose of therapeutic driving session thrown in.

Yep. I like my life now.