Today was too busy; that’s what I told myself. Ironically, though, that busyness is centred in forced nothingness. Namely, sitting in traffic on my way to a specialist appointment for two hours. I enjoy nothingness; in fact, there is nothing that I desire more. But I want that nothingness to be in the comfort of my own home, and on my own terms. Not sitting in my truck convincing myself that I am not annoyed and am making the best of it by listening to music that makes me feel something.
When I am driving, the thoughts usually flow. Some of my best ideas have come to me on the road between where I was and where I was heading. I know that I am not alone in that. I had recently considered how amazing it would be to develop an invention that could record those inner thoughts. I quickly realized, though, that many people would view that as an extremely problematic tool that would quickly be abused by the powers that be. I cannot imagine the moral and ethical debates that would come into existence regarding freedom of thought.
The thoughts today, though, were surrounding traffic. Usually it isn’t something that consumes much of my thought space since I am currently off work from a motorcycle accident, and even then I avoid working anywhere that isn’t very close to home. Mostly because I despise traffic. The thing is, I know that we are not all blessed to be able to have that choice, and that thought makes me cringe.
Humans, as a machine, are not designed to live this way. We live in little boxes, leave our little boxes on smaller boxes with wheels, and travel down roads lined with more little boxes to go and be in other little boxes inside of bigger boxes. Yet nature doesn’t form in boxes; why are we so inclined towards them? I thought to myself, when was the last time I saw the sky unobstructed by a box? Frankly, it’s been too long, and I need to make a trip out to the wilderness to rectify that. The box isn’t really the point, though, is it?
I am sad that this is the way society is now designed. I don’t have a solution, and it is likely a bigger problem than I could ever solve, but I do lament about it to myself more often than is probably healthy.
So for now, I am going to close up this little box that I am staring at as I write this to end my evening, and lie on top of another box. I will leave you with a picture of the last time I saw the sky unobstructed, captured through a little box.
Until tomorrow 🖤
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