Thoughts

Driving

There's something about the dark.
The way the road looks as headlights reflect on it from both directions.
All drivers blind to anything more than a few feet in front of them.
Yet we can still see the horizon.
We know where the sky ends, although it is in fact never-ending.
We know this. Even though the earth and the sky seem to collide at one point off in the distance that we will never reach, no matter how long we continue driving towards it.
It's unreachable.
As most goals in this fucked up life seem to be.

I hate driving in the dark.
But moreso, I hate riding through it.
It forces me to think. To simply stare at that unreachable end, and think.

I prefer not to think. When my mind wanders, so do my emotions.
And I don't mean this in a good way.
I wander off into some terrible, barren, dark wasteland.
And it makes me seem all the more dysfunctional when I tune back to reality.
Why am I telling you this?
Honestly, because I have nothing better to do.

Welcome to reality, enjoy the ride, and don't try to escape.
Struggling will only make you that much more miserable.