I have to work today.
It’s not a bad thing. Sunday’s
are days I sit at the office alone, drinking my craft beer (yes, I sometimes drink
at work in the afternoon but I don’t get drunk - the company I work for
provides us beer on occasion), waiting for any number of world-wide clients to
tell me their system is down. Usually
Sundays are very slow days and I only have to do this once every ten
weeks. Not a big deal. Craft beer and I have an agreement to help
each other out.
These past few days I’ve been really down so when I get in
my car this morning and The Who start to play Baba O’Riley my heart started
pumping with the beat of the drums and my mood instantly changed. As I pulled onto the interstate I felt my car
accelerate up on the ramp at the same rate the music began increasing
tempo. My hands were on the steering
wheel at 10 and 2; my eyes were directly on the road ahead thanking fate that
the Interstate was fairly clear this morning.
My car easily glides up to 90mph as I race up the
interstate. I barely notice the speed of
my car as it continues to accelerate and I sink into my chair focusing on the
change in my soul. I feel the sound of
the music in my ears washing away the emptiness and replacing it with peace and
serenity. My mind quiets as the tires on
the ground are begging to be pushed further and faster.
As I reach 95 (or maybe even 100mph) I realize I need to
slow down. This is not the Autobahn and
I could get a ticket. I roll back the
speedometer to 80mph and continue to float up the interstate. In this moment I am grateful for a sporty car
that can take away my troubles and replace it with quiet exhilaration.
Unfortunately, the journey ends far too soon as I exit the
highway a few miles later. I want this
feeling to continue, I want the speed to engulf me and take me to places where
my soul can soar free. I’m not quiet
saddened that the drive is over though since this high that replaced the
depression will stay with me for some time.
However, the crash may be detrimental later.
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