I'm nearing the age of 25. Yes, its true. I'm almost a quarter of a century old. Have I accomplished enough? Accomplished is a relative term. Regret is more manageable. I don't think I'll dwell on that much, it will only bring unhappiness. Have I done enough? There is a lot that I have done in my life. Lots that I am proud of and about the same amount that I am not proud of. All of these things make me who I am today. I will continue to evolve and grow till I die. To me what matters in the end is that I can look myself in the mirror and feel that I have lived an honest life, remembered by a few and that my life mattered to at least someone. Will this song live on long after we die?
I think in the last couple of years, I'd forgotten how to put my thoughts down on paper. Or somehow I was lost inside my own head, trying to decipher what I'm thinking. That is one of the fundamental reasons I haven't posted in the way that I had in the past. Or the fact that I could not for a while look at myself in the mirror in the manner that I just described above. None of it matters anymore. The only thing that’s important is what I'm doing with this moment that we live in. Now.
That was a tangent that I needed to express somewhere along the line. Now its out of the way.
Yes, I am almost a quarter of a century old. I think its funny that people expect me to know certain things by this age. It is unacceptable to most that I don't know how to drive. Never do they realize that for this one thing that I cannot do, I make up with a bunch of other things that I can do. How does that get overlooked? Most men wonder why the hell I haven't bothered; as they see it as the best past time in the world. Women wonder what kind of a man I am. Regardless, it baffles most. I will now attempt to rationalize why I haven't bothered.
1) The life I have lead, the constant changing of location, the boarding schools, living on my own; rarely gives you the opportunity to master skills such as driving. I went to school in the most remote of locations in the world. The only from of transport you had was you feet. Those were the years that most average individuals learn to drive during those years.
2) Ever thought for a second that I just don't want to drive? That I'm not interested in cars, and that it feels like a major chore to me? Because, this too is true. I'm quite a submissive person. I'd be happy one day to find a girl who would decide where to go and take the wheel and steer.
3) Lastly (for the time being), I have had a few car crashes that I should not have walked away from. I am still alive, and don't have much damage to remind me of those either. I consider myself lucky, for me to be able to simply walk away from it all. So mainly, I'd like stay out of these machines as much as possible.
Due to these reasons, I live my life differently to others. I have just identified one particular benefit- which is why I went on this rant.
Most people go through so much stress when they are in their cars. They are worried about the people in other lanes; who are just about to make mistakes. Then they get angry at other peoples incompetence. Stressed that they are running late, causing them to speed. Road rage. Annoyed with the long queue that awaits them in front. Why would anyone chooses to bring this much torture on themselves?
A friend of mine tells me that I have no idea the sort of freedom that is brought with the ability to drive. This might be true in your free time, but your daily routines (going to work at peak hour) is anything but freedom. You are just causing more stress in your life!
I live near work. I walk there. I don’t have to bother about an of the stresses that revolve around driving, the road, or the time. Only person that matters in the morning is me. Not the millions of people all needing to get somewhere in their own cars. I am already a mental clutter boy. I don’t need the stress of driving. My everyday routine is closer to freedom than your car ever will be…
