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An Analogy

Life is like a road trip because you start somewhere and you have a destination and there's always going to be little detours here and there and maybe you need to stop at the side of the road because the hood of your car popped open and nearly smashed your window or whatever but when you're driving you don't really have the same exact trip back and forth. You're not really looking for a specific rest stop, sometimes you just want to drop off at the next one. And the other cars would be related to people. Like when you're driving you will see the same set of cars for a bit but they're not always there and you get used to how they look like on the outside but you don't really know anything about the inside (the people driving) and you don't really know where they're going and some might have a very different car from yours and have people nearly identical to you or vice versa and you never know completely and there's always going to be that one fucking car who's always in front of you and switches lanes when you do and you can't help it if they're in front of you and it pisses you off but then they suddenly take the next exit and then they're gone and they don't matter anymore. And when you're driving on the road you need to focus on where you're going because it's not a "the car is taking you where you belong, not where you want to go" situation that everyone always labels life under. You need to pay attention to the road, make sure you don't crash into cars, and keep a good composure. Because some people can see the inside of your car and if they see chaos they'll judge you and you can't do anything about it, you can't have them stop their car so you can take them out for some coffee to explain what the fuck is going on, no, you need to keep going and it's tiring and it's boring but something strange always happens and you just need to pray you're not gonna die on the road because you really want to get to your destination and when you get to your destination or you're near it, you're excited, because you came all this way. You didn't do anything too wrong besides not paying attention to the speed limit because honestly who does at this point and everything doesn't really matter anymore because you made it, you did something great and it's something you've been wanting to do and it's not like you just stopped half way through and took an exit so you could go back home because you didn't want to do it anymore. You went through with the whole thing and you should be extremely proud of yourself. All around you are going to be cars who made it themselves and you don't know where they came from, and they could have had the exact same trip as you and you'd never know it, only because those around you never did the exact same thing, so it's not a thought in your head and in the end you're going to see people are going to want to go where YOU came from, and those could be the people who came from where your destination is and that's okay because you can't judge them for wanting basically the exact opposite from you. And you're proud you're not the person who made a u-turn because they were scared of the road. And it's those people who die alone with their boring jobs in their boring cars who are scared to move or go out anywhere because god forbids something happens to them and they never live up to their true potential and that's sad and at this point you just want to make sure you don't do that, you want to go to New York and Canada and everywhere in the states because there's no way in hell you're going to die without having a decent act of defiance against the pamphlet of safety.