Many of us look to a better day, we dream of times that are easier, more peaceful, and yet our reality is turmoil, turbulence, and discouragement. We all strive for something at one point in our life, and whatever it may be, we shoot for the moon, sometimes we hit it, sometimes we come crashing down to earth in a burning wreck. That's just how it is.I think I have crashed and burned enough that I should get a stuntman's license... or is it now stunt person... idk... the method of the madness is just how it is for me. Born to run, whether it be into the fray, or away from love. Just has been how I roll. Runnin' with the devil... or runnin' from the devil... or runnin' at the devil with a battle axe in hand, hopin; that in his skull it lands. Seems like time and time again, I'm runnin' in circles. I look left, and right, day, and night. Hiding from the headlights, racin' towards the sunlight.
Kinda like when Bubba was young, I would do MN runs, in the middle of the night. Missing my home and family, I would load him into his carseat, and away we would go. Making a '15 hour' journey in about 12 and a half. Just going, watching the broken yellow stripes pass by. Minute by minute the miles would tick away. CO, NE.... cornfield... cornfield... what the crap is that metal monstrocity(those who have driven through NE will understand)... cornfield... Omaha... which looks like a cornfield with buildings... kidding... sorta... Somewhere along the way... the darkness would fall... and for anyone who knows, NE is like upstate NY, or either of the dakotas... there ain't much out there... then there would be the fight to stay awake and just keep going. There would be that moment, usually in Iowa, when it would be right before the dawn, where I would be fighting full bore just to stay awake, usually a couple of 5 hour energy drinks in me, and a coupla cups of coffee, and yet I would still find myself just about to doze. But I knew I needed to hit that MN state line, I had to keep on going. At the speed I would travel I would usually time the sunrise about a half hour before I hit the MN state line. For any of you who haven't traveled like this, there is that moment, at the when you can see the beginning of the end, I would see that 'Minnesota Welcomes You' sign, and I would get that pulse of adrenaline. I was almost home.
I think there are periods of life like that, where life is slowly lulling you to sleep at the wheel... flying along... your headlights cutting a swath through the inky black sky. The hum of your tires and asphalt mixing a melody that seems to almost want you to just close your eyes just for a moment on that highway of life. Yet, if you do, and your at the wheel, the ride is gonna get bumpy to say the least. Kinda like hitting the 'oh crap, i'm driving off the highway bumps,' except worse. Ending up in a wreck like out of one of those, 'caught on tape,' shows you see on late-night tv.
One thing though, you don't have to drive, that's where I often have issues. Being the man that I am, I often pull out my man card and with a great confidence say, 'I can do it, I know the way, and of course I don't need directions.' Reality card, when distracted, I have been known to get lost in Walmart... let alone the highway of life... and when I have decided to improve my laptimes when driving, I tend to get a whole patriotic celebration in my rear view... red, white, and blue, red, white and blue... ummm... yes, i do know how fast i was going, but I am sure you will tell me if my speedometer is off... it said 93... oh, yeah... 96?... well, i will have to remember that next time... if there is one...
In other words, I may have a good route from Mile High to South of the River, and I may be able to navigate it with little to no... ok... not much to little trouble, but in life, I gotta try and remember that I am the passenger, I just need to kick back and relax, and that back seat driving will be punished...
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