
I dreamt I was driving in a really fast, really low slung car last night. (Similar to a DB9, but with a retractable glass roof and "beam me up Scottie" buttons.) I remembered this dream while sitting at my desk contemplating how fast the weeks seems to fly by at the moment. Each time I pull myself back into the present, another week has passed, the weekend is upon me and all I can think of is sleep. The mere thought of having to socialise, clean the house, go to gym or even go outside is to tiring to even contemplate.
So while wallowing away in my PJ's on a Saturday morning, I take solace in the fact that this seems to be the case for all my peers...
Two nights ago I bumped into friends of mine who too are taking strain under pressure of our hectic lifestyles. The fact that we were all training at 8'o clock at night, is a clear indication of our desperation to beat the flab while fighting the call to join the 6am rush which, face it, is a far more respectable hour was it not for the fact that none of us are morning people. The one thing that struck me though, was how every conversation I seem to have these days revolves around work, how busy life is and how we just don't get around to seeing everyone. As far as I am concerned, this is not a life - it's not even a semblance of a life and those who think it is, are delusional.
Yes, we might all enjoy what we are doing - we enjoy the endless parties and social events, we enjoy pioneering new territories and picking the fruits of our labour, but at what cost?
This all leads me to think that the car in my dreams is a representation of what I want to acquire in life (who doesn't want a DB9?), yet there is a need for transparency and honesty with myself (glass roof) and a blatant wake up call to prompt me to slow down.
Needless to say, a leisurely and care free road trip comes to mind. While on road trips I have often considered what butterflies experience when caught up in the turbulence created by the car that just almost cost them their life - I even do a 'butterfly caught in the slip stream' impersonation which only I seem to find funny. Naturally it occurs to me that the faster you drive the more insects you kill as they have no chance in hell to swerve in time or to even consider the possibility while on their way to where ever it was they were going to in the first place.
Now I have to ask: How many people get caught up in my turbulence? How does this affect their lives? Do I, as an individual, have the power to change the course of their lives and if I do, is it a good thing? How many of them figuratively smash into my wind shield that, because I am so busy, I don't even notice?
If I was driving slower, would there be less collateral damage?