Slow Driver

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Yes, this title fits me in today’s world. I drive the speed limit.  Apparently that is too slow. I stay in the right lane as cars whiz by on the left. At six o’clock on a Monday I can only imagine that they are all rushing to work. I would love to know where they work. It must be a magical place if everyone is rushing to it.  Right?  Truth is, they are just in a hurry. Here in Gretna, LA they are in such a hurry that blinkers are optional. It’s such a common sight that I have started counting these mindless lane shifters each morning. I average three cars on my fifteen-minute drive.

In our walk in life. How often do we get in a rush for no reason other than to hurry up? I have slowed my life down a lot. I use to be in a hurry all of the time. I was mad, angry, and stressed.  Now, I do everything possible to avoid being in a rush. I no longer have to wait on others… except for those running late. Most accidents happen due to people rushing. These accidents cost more time and energy. Slower can be faster.

It can be said that death is the final destination of life. This is one reason that I will take my time getting there. There are only two things to do in my book, live life and be happy 🙂


5 thoughts on “Slow Driver

    DailyMusings said:
    February 1, 2016 at 5:59 am

    Signaling has become optional here on the East Coat, I attribute it to the general lack of consideration that exists in the word today. Good for you to slow it down!

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    JojoBean said:
    February 1, 2016 at 6:40 am

    Oddly poignant this post – I decided in September 2014, after a quad bike landed on me, that I needed to slow down in life… to this day I am still making the effort, because I know that every time I hurt myself, such as banging a knee or an elbow, I know that it’s because I hadn’t slowed down to move onto the next task before finishing the first – the result of which always shows itself in the form of me howling in pain as I stub a toe, or catch a finger in a door frame. I kid ye not about the quad bike landing on me either – see here (I really hope you don’t mind me posting the link here – let me know otherwise and I’ll stop for future comments):

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      JojoBean said:
      February 1, 2016 at 6:41 am

      PS people who can’t be assed to communicate on the road are just plain selfish… I treat everyone on the road here (Luxembourg) as stupid and incapable of communication, and that way I have come to anticipate the idiots’ moves… and don’t get sooooo pissed off with them as I used to 😉 LOL

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    Suzyqqq said:
    February 1, 2016 at 9:12 am

    Driving with a GPS at times I have noticed that increasing one’s speed does not increase the arrival time by any significant amount. Well, if one went 100 or more I suppose the time would jump. Time….it’s an elusive substance, for or use the word when we enjoy our activities it goes fast, and when we slow down (or say boring) it goes slow or some say it drags. I think it should be the other way around. Better yet, why do we perceive time instead of perceiving what is inside time? Yes, time is a funny thing. How we flow inside it, how we react to it, how we ignore it, how we absorb it, how we stand up to it, how we decline it. And all the things that surround time, too. Many smiles to you and your inspiring thoughts, Steven!!!

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    Corporate Life said:
    February 1, 2016 at 9:44 am

    Your observations are spot on. I cannot help remembering the quote that I first read in my Drivers Ed manual: Right of way is something you can give but never take!

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