Sensing Life

I rode in the car today. Yes, I did, and yes, I have being in the car before, more times that I have lost truck. It was going about 60 miles, but it felt more than that. The highest speed it could go was 120 miles. I have not experienced such a speed before but I would say that it felt like it was going in that speed because the car was racing fast.

    I should say that humans should be jealous of dogs. Dogs put their heads out and feel what they are racing against. Humans sit decently in the car and only concentrating in the lights and not where they are. Humans cannot even describe how it is being in the car but if dogs could talk, they would describe the feeling even to those who cannot hear.

    My head was out side the window, lying on top of my forded arms with my palms inside the car. The wind has not felt stronger before. It was a battle between the wind and my eyes. The eyes wanted to remain open and not miss a thing but the wind fought to keep them close. I could feel my face being slapped by the wind back and forth. My ears heard the rushing sound of wind as my head was penetrating between layers of it. My mouth had no control of its juice. Drool was splashing all over my face. The bottom lip lost control of it’s elasticity. It would not shut; it kept flapping like a floppy extra skin on the arms, flapping back and forth when one is moving.

    We were not the only ones on the high way. I did not care to identify which high way we were at. Just releasing that it was a high way that was good enough for me, in fact I was not the driver, why carry the map? From being board of listening to the wind noises, I began  waving to other cars. I waved at people whom I never met before, people who I would never picture their faces on this earth. I did not have a clue of what their names sounds like, or how their lives are. I guess that is other thing about being in the high way, none of those questions matter. I waved in the sign that it is good to be alive. I let them know that I was one of the sons of the guns who still breathed under the sun. The strangers waved back. Some even smiled. Even though I had no clue about them rather than their faces, their smiles made them familiar. Their smiles said “hello there” and that was good enough for me.

    So I took a ride today, I took a ride in the high way, one of the so many rides that I have done before. You will ask why I titled this ride if it was not special. Well this is not about me being the car because almost every living thing has done so. The high way I was on was like life to me. At first, I kept all of myself in the vehicle that was a shelled for me. I was only settled. Everything felt familiar, nothing was new, and nothing was special, just like how sometimes I think about life. I will live today, sleep, wake up tomorrow, and still see it as yesterday. No one writes in the papers or advertising on TV or to anyone else that they have lived yesterday, today which was yesterday’s tomorrow, a day that instead of hoping we became so sure of seeing it. Tomorrow is special and it is even more special if you will live it, but no one seems to care and see also feel the power of tomorrow.