From all the flashing lights, you can tell it’s a bad
accident.
Fire trucks. Ambulance. Police cars.
I wait a few seconds as all the cars finally inch forward. A
horn beeps—long, disruptive, angry. In my rearview, the driver behind me throws
up his hands. We are bumper to bumper. Packed in like sardines. Save three
yards, there is nowhere to go.
One more peek. He looks like he is about to snap, and I find myself wondering: Is he impatient...just because? Is it his ego? Or does something else have him at wit's end?
The point is, we never know what people are walking (or driving) around with. My friend Sara calls them bricks. Doesn't matter if it's illness, depression or some other problem, we all carry weight on our shoulders. Burdens that are often invisible to the eye.
Metta. Loving
kindness. Send it someone’s way.
There are many things in this life we can not control. Many things that our reactions are of no consequence and it upsets us. We desire control, or at the very least impact. We have to believe our reactions mean something and that we are important. We misdirect, attack something that we can instead of what we are truly frustrated with. We are still a primitive people in many ways. Children in our parents clothes.
ReplyDeleteWe misdirect, attack something that we can instead of what we are truly frustrated with. So much truth in that sentence. It seems like we do a lot of glossing over our real frustrations. I wonder, though, sometimes, what the implications of that are. Seems like everything just haunts us longer.
DeleteThank you for sharing the thought.