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Cars begin to dissipate. The crowded lanes of traffic have become sparser. I drive on with a new frame of mind thanks to the day I’ve had.
There are a lot of things a person can find on the open road.
They can find peace.
They can find themselves.
Maybe even a little affection and good spirits along the way.
Somehow the narrow stretch of highway can even make you forget your past. The yellow lines blur together and snatch the sullied memories from the deepest, darkest corners of your cranium. Somehow it helps you realize that even the longest road is always the road that’s best to be taken.
It is a road of happiness.
Of healing.
Of hope and security and calm.
All of these new thoughts and ideas buzz inside of me, a hive full of positivity and forgetting the past to move on to a bright future.
The past will always be the past after all. Like I said before, you can’t go back, erase it and write in changes. Even though I bet a lot of people would like to.
And the future…
> Well…
That’s a completely different story.