drivinG
home.
i looked out at all the cars, and i thought
about all the people in them. and then i
thought about their lives, where they’re
going, what they’re
thinking
about. their memories, their childhood, their
worries or
their anxieties. i thought about how
each and every person driving in each and every
car has somewhere they want to go, and
each and every person lives a life that means the
world to
them because it’s all they have. and then i felt
really weird. because i look around and
realize just how insignificant my life is. how i
spend all this time worrying or even just
continuing
to live, when i am just another person in a
car.
