Life is like a highway isn’t it? Chock full of turns, sharp corners, sometimes downgrades and falling rocks. Then the occasional straight, clear highway comes along and the speed limit increases. Finally, predictable days with the horizon in view. Full speed ahead!
The highway yesterday morning was eerily beautiful. I had to capture it. I haven’t posted much, I know. My mind has been wrapped up amongst the lives of others who are struggling and wrapped up in myself (not going to lie) of how and what am I going to do with myself.
I’ve been thinking of how I can make a difference and how I’ve wanted to make a difference for so long and yet all I do is care for others and lift their souls. Noticeably the only difference I’m experiencing is pure exhaustion. I cannot tell you how internally exhausted I am. Not one soul could understand.
Right now on this highway I feel like a hen gone astray. Running around barely missing the traffic buzzing by me at full speed, and ducking for cover when rocks and pebbles are tossed at me like grain in the coop of an angry farmer. And all the roosters, little chicks and other hens are hen-pecking me and the foxes nipping at my tailfeathers.
Yet, there is nowhere to go. One side is a wall of cliff that goes straight up and the other side is the drop off to the ocean below and I cannot fly. Not much of an option. No way to turn around, only full speed ahead with sharp turns in the distance.
And yet I continue driving, despite the weight of what feels like snow chains and a seatbelt suffocatingly keeping me snug in the seat.
And I drive. The fuel magically, continuously flows, never allowing a pit-stop.
And I drive.