let's waste time, chasing cars, around our heads

I know I haven't blogged in a little while but I haven't had anything to write about. Today's sudden burst of inspiration hit me on a hazily warm car journey, the sort where the windows are rolled down but the air surging into the window is not any cooler than that inside the car. That treacly sort of warm car journey. I watched the cars drive side by side and realised that roads work so beautifully. 

They represent our world. The start of the journey begins with a turn of the keys in the engine, just as life begins similarly. The car begins slowly, life just about entering its metal shell. It crawls down its first road, attempting to find its feat. Thousands of cars then weave in between one another, sometimes greeting each other with a beep of the horn or a hand signal is revealed within to thank them. People greet one another just as cars greet one another. On car journeys, the car beside you is your neighbour. The cars in front and behind and the people who have followed you on your journey.

On motorways, everything runs so fast. Cars storm ahead, overtaking and competing. This is the natural competition of life. This is each of us heading for our dreams. Some fall behind, yet are still moving. Their dreams are halted but they still lie ahead where the grassy hills continue into the distance. Some move faster than the others, their destination in sight, their wheels turning so fast they needn't look back. The rear view mirror ignored.

Then, there are those sparkling, shining moments in which cars all work together. Moments of togetherness, moments which exist in our reality. An ambulance rushes towards the cars, a warning, a disaster is on its way. Do we all continue on and ignore it? No, we all stop. We all halt and curve out of the way to let the ambulance through. Each and every car does its part. Just as we do when there is a disaster, or a charity needs our help. We all give our little bit to help out and everyone comes together so wonderfully. 

The car then nears its destination, the wheels still rolling but slowing down all the same. What seemed like a road so long and tedious to take has suddenly found its end. The weaving of the cars, greeting others, the togetherness of the occupants of the road, it's all over. The wheels stop turning, the engine switches off, the car becomes silent as its metal shell cools down. The journey is over, its time for the people to step out and begin their adventure. The next car journey is a new life.

I realise now I have just rambled on about cars and lives and the togetherness that ambulance passing through brings and I can't believe I have spoken such nonsense. I apologise so much. I promise that I will think of something better next time.

Until then, my dear sweet reader.

Ayesha x