What We Can Learn From Cars

 

People aren’t so different from cars – some are built like hardy Land Rovers others are like capricious Italian roadsters that bite back when you don’t stroke them right; then there those who even try to kill you by leaching deadly exhaust fumes when all you want to do is snuggle for up for a decent nookie – others just catch on fire for no rhyme or reason like my first girlfriend – I called the fire brigade and they gave her a good hosing down and the insurance firm packed her off to national steel – where she probably got reincarnated into my poltergeist washing machine that goes on spin mode for no apparent in the middle of the night.

 

Then there those who are full of sound and fury, only to come out short on the draw when you floor them – along with those who need the illusion of rising by putting others down. Till of course, you get behind them and realized they’re just like the others either saddling you with cancer of the wallet or can’t be relied on.

 

Then just when you fall into a lull and think, all cars are only cars. One day, you come across a machine that surprisingly crosses out all your disbeliefs in one straight line – you know from this moment onwards, this is the one that you will always go with in life; others may come and go, but this one will always be in your drive way; they don’t need much effort to convince you, you’ve made the right decision. You could say, its almost intuitive – you even know it deep down in your bones, you can go the long haul with this one; they don’t ever need to shout to get their message across; they never need to fight for attention to tell you how great and important they are like the others or even feel the need to show off – if they had to do all that, they probably never had in the first place – they are so centered; they’ve got it together.

 

As for the rest, they are still fighting to reach that mythical place called wholeness – they’re still fighting to be believed; while the one that you’ve decided to go all the way with has arrived; everything is the way it was meant to be.

 

I (probably a soviet built Lada with roof rack) have been very fortunate all my life – I have always been able to meet the Mercedes Benz of the human species who make up my circle of friends – some of them are flashy; others stately, then there are the run of the mills who could do with a two coats of polish, but all of them have one thing in common – they’re true to their spirit – when you boil life right down to four wheels and an engine block it’s all about only one thing: relationships - the rest are bicycle, trains and planes.

 

If only people can just learn from cars, all our problems will come to end very quickly and life will just be one long happy ride.

 

What sort of car are you?

 

Drive safely

 

Darkness 2009