First, a brief apology for being largely absent this week. I always feel guilty, but I am under dayjob crunch, so there you have it. I will get around as I can.
|Pretty, but treacherous, this one...|
So it's like people are roads, right? And life is the car, driving along us. I know that sounds backward, but hear me out. Because honestly, I think that the PERSON is the less changing of the two and LIFE speeds up, slows down, changes gears, breaks down... and each of us sort of has a road style of how we are as life zooms over us.
This realization came upon me this weekend as I interacted with someone and realized they were a road with about an inch of standing water... life is ALWAYS a little harder, but if life gets too fast, then this person gets dangerous. (S)he needs to figure out a way to SLOW LIFE so the wheels can solidly rest again or that lack of connection to reality is going to cause a whole BUNCH of lives to crash all over him/her.
|This is me. Not DULL, but not challenging, either.|
|Try to avoid being this... Though I have known people...|
I'd even say some of my artist friends are more like canals—far more enjoyable on a nice day, but throw in a storm and HO-BOY!
So what kind of road are you? Your primary characters? Am I making sense?