Having turned 18 months ago now, i am slightly ashamed to admit that i still do not have my provisional driver's license. Occasionally i get the feeling that the need to obtain mine immediately is arbitrary. That it is not important when i get it, or how old i am when i get it. Then BANG. I'm snapped back to reality, captivated by the sheer freedom and practicality that it delivers. The luxury of independence and doing things on your own time attracts me. The notion of the open road with its endless possibilities teases me. It is all right there, waiting for me to grasp, to take advantage of. But here i am doing nothing about it.
Sometimes i stop and am in just complete awe that i have yet to acquire my p's. And although i know the reasons why i haven't been allowed in the past, i am also very much aware of my own shortcomings in my pleas. I should be begging, pleading with my parents on a daily basis to let me drive. To give me another opportunity to glide along the asphalt path to freedom. Everything surely changes when i reach that pivotal milestone. No longer will i need to embarassingly ask for rides. No longer will i have to leave or arrive sooner than i myself choose to. It will all become easy. But its not all about practicality. The freedom evoked at the very moment you step behind the wheel. The innate power you feel coursing through your veins as the engine revs. The unity between yourself and the vehicle. The glory, the mayhem.
But here i am left to dream. Dream of the day when i'm out there on the open road. Dream of the limitless possibilites. Dream of the wind passing over my head and through my fingers. Dream of the speed. I crave that speed. I dream of that ten seconds of bliss. But i will not have to dream forever.
you described life behind the wheel, nothing short of what its really like.
ReplyDeletejoin us.. EYE, and all those who have gone before me, are on the speedy and outrageously convenient side of life.
life only begins when you get your license, and freedom develops a flavor that you can actually taste, you have to experience it for yourself.
hurry up.
Maybe you were never purposed to enjoy the open road. To experience the freedom freed by owning a license. I have noticed by sheer observation of those around me, that some were never destined to become drivers. Just passengers. Followers. Never leaders. Beggers. Users. Dependents.
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