The sights around me change like an old movie I have seen before. I pass familiar faces and places. The speakers songs, serenade me back to days long past. I roll down the windows to unwind the wind that seems to continually beat upon my doors. Through the mirrors and signs, I'm reminded of where I have been and where I am going.
On this road there are no rest stops or hotels for which to retire. The wheels keep turning. I'm constantly moving forward. However in my lane of this journey, I've hit traffic.
I have glimpses ahead of my future destinations, but I can't reach them fast enough.
The seatbelt holds me to my path. My foot plays footsie between the brake and accelerator, without ever being satisfied. I start to doubt my progress. I worry about being late, missing my appointments, and never getting to where I want to be.
On the road of life I am currently caught in rush hour. The road continues and I journey on.
