Somewhere for Me

I found her walking fast on the side of road. I sensed her mad determination and decided to follow her at her own pace until I could catch up. Once I did, I tapped her on her shoulder and inquired why she was in such a rush. She responded, almost out of breath, that her car was in the shop and she needed to pick it up before work. Time was running out for her, so I offered to give her a ride there, but once she got in my car she lost all sense of direction and only succeeded in getting us both lost. I drove slowly down the boulevard yanking my head right to left, right to left. We came to a T in the road and she got out of the vehicle without saying a word. I was oddly shocked by this turn of events and opted to park my car right there at the T and follow her. A crowd slowly formed and swallowed her and I lost my drive to continue on. I turned around and stared at my car that stood amidst the traffic motionless. Then I pondered my own body standing there not moving centered amongst a deluge of people criss-crossing my path.

My car and my body had lost their drive and direction.

I woke up and recognized how utterly frightening and poignant that dream was because it reminded me of how stagnant and indecisive I allow myself to be sometimes. Am I standing here waiting for people I barely know to inspire me to move for them? Am I simply offering myself up to make other people's live less difficult even it means that I forget my very own aspirations in the process? I cannot blame others for my misguidence. If I am lost I can only owe that circumstance to the prior choices I've made. I guess what this means is I need to get back in my car and go somewhere for me.