"Life is a highway
I want to ride it all night long (yeah yeah yeah, yeah)
If you’re going my way
I want to drive it all night long (yeah) (ah gimme gimme gimme gimme, yeah) "
Tom Cochrane's Life is Highway was blasting from the stereo as I cruised down the freeway this morning. Very poetic I thought. Life is a highway, sometimes it's smooth and free flowing and you feel you could cruise forever, top down, wind in your hair. No worries.
Other times, you get snarled up with the people all around, yelling obscenities because they're really mad their wives didn't give them sex last night. Then you wonder if life and the rat race is all worthwhile. You spend the best 20 years of your life in an office working for the man instead of living every moment and savouring as if it was the last drop of your last favorite bottle of Chardonnay.
Sometimes, you miss exits you wished you'd taken and then there are the exits you wish you didn't take at all. But everyone gets to ride the Freeway of life, with all the bumps, potholes, assholes...
Then some mornings you glance over and see a beautiful woman, young, intent, well-dressed, pensive as you both wait for the lights to change. You wonder what's her name, where is she going, what turns her on...the morning reverie is rudely interrupted by an angry driver (aren't they all) because he needs to get to work and sit in his cubicle all day - as if he would miss one of life's great opportunities.
Tom continues to sing...
"There’s no load I can’t hold
A road so rough this I know
I’ll be there when the light comes in
Just tell ’em we’re survivors "
Just another crazy Friday...
Mood: contemplative
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