Life behind the Steering Wheel

 

A blinking cursor; that’s all I have now. Words just don't come easily anymore, feelings can’t be expressed like before, and writing does not comfort me like it used to. Pain has gotten the best of me; it broke me down although I promised myself it wouldn’t. Memories of the sweet past and grand expectations of the future shattered every single dream I've dreamt for myself. Dragged me off my bed, pulled the cover, and just threw me off a staircase of hopes and dreams; something that could only happen in “Paranormal activity”. One heart break after the other leaving scars all over, cries for help so loud you can almost hear my heart crackle. Dreams falling apart you can see them scatter into 10 million pieces all over my fancy hardwood floors.
All we ever want in life is to be happy and pain-free; everything we do revolves around this single purpose. We go through life, meet people, make decisions, and steer our lives in a certain path or direction that we know will lead us to “Happiness”. And since “Happiness” is such a variable and relative thing, we stop the “car” that is life every once in a while and ask ourselves”am I happy?” We stop to evaluate every choice we’ve made and think “is this what I truly want or is it what everyone else wants?!”
The answer to these two questions will determine the direction this car will take next. Whether it will look for the nearest exit or shortcut out of that path, or step on the gas hitting full speed to take this whole bumpy ride on 200 miles per hour. In life, no one will steer for you, no one will pull the hand brakes when you go too fast, and no one will tell you which route to take. In life it’s all up to you, you define what happiness is. You decide which road you want to take, for when you find yourself at a dead end with a broken car, no one will take the blame but you. Harsh I know, but 100% true.