The Traveler

I've come to realize that I basically live in my car. No I do not have a pillow and blanket and spend my nights in the backseat but I mean that I spend a good amount of my life driving.  I find it funny because I was scared to get my license. In fact I waited until I was seventeen to do so. And now it's a large percentage of what I do with my time. 

 

Since I commute to college and my college is a 30 minute drive from place of residence currently, it allows me to gather my thoughts quite well and think about my life a lot.

Sitting in my car for hours during the week as made me realize that I don't want the average life where I sit in an office until 5pm and go home and eat dinner and go to bed, just to repeat the process all over again the next day. People say life is short, so why would I want to throw away the time that I have just to make an extra buck.

To me it's easy, I don't want that life. I want something I love to do and can make others happy doing. I like to see smiles on people's faces even for a moment. It makes all the effort I went through for them worth it if I made them smile at least once.

 

So if you're reading this and you're in a office or just sitting around doing nothing ask yourself this. 

 

Are you living or existing?