maybe life isn't like a tunnel where we are looking for the light at the end to tell us we are almost through. that utopia where all the darkness is behind us and we bask in joy and light. maybe instead life is like a highway. day comes and goes. for every bright sunrise there is the dissapointment of the last rays of the sunset. lonely stretchs in the dark. interesting waypoints and milestones to build memories. new and differant people at every reststop. some good like the nice little old lady who gives you a free slice of pie after your meal and calls you 'honey', some bad like the guy that steals your wallet while you're using the can. sometimes a good song will come on and you'll get caught up in a wave of wellbeing singing along and not noticing anything but the warm core inside. sometimes traffic is bad and you'll get red hot angry at the jerk that just cut you off. but if we keep driving there will be another sunrise. if we keep driving there will be more small glimmering moments of greatness. even when the night is long and the road dark, sometimes there will be lightposts throwing down their small rays of light to illuminate the long dark. and even when your car is empty, connection is only a CB radio call away. i think sometimes our windows are too tinted, or we forget to take our sunglasses off and just can't seem to see the little miracles and joys around us. or we hunker down and don't look or stop along the way. life is made up of moments, some good some bad, but all important along the way.
keep driving or you'll miss it all.