Driven

Avatar Author: Ruby Slippers "This is my letter to the World / That never wrote to Me" - Emily Dickinson Read Bio

When I was in college, a professor asked me to choose one word to describe myself. I chose “driven” as the word to characterize my nineteen-year-old life.

Now, I only feel as though I’ve “driven” into a cliff wall.

After the ambulance drives away, no sirens necessary, the first responders stand around speculating about what happened.

“It was rainy last night. Maybe she just missed the curve,” the first one suggests.

“Nah, it was a Friday night. My guess is drunk,” another replies.

“Or maybe,” the third one offers in a hushed tone, "the time came for her to turn the wheel and she just…

…didn’t."

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  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Nice analogy, rendered in gore-filled fashion, of ‘hitting the wall’. That is the danger of pushing at high speed, both in driving and in life. Hope you’re able to peel yourself off the wall and get moving again.

  2. Avatar wytherwings

    this is so simple that it hits you, I like it

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