The radio is clear and loud, the ride is smooth, and the
road is open, but the future is coming and he is a young man without a plan. He
needs to pause. Contemplate. Introspect. He is not good at any of these things.
He turns off the tunes to force some silence into his brain
and rolls down the window for a little fresh air focus.
And he talks to himself. "What do I want to do for
work?"
"I don't know."
"What do I want to be doing five years from now?"
"I don't know."
"Where do I want to live?
"I don't know."
The reflection is over.
If he had answers, he wouldn't have the questions. So he rolls up the
window, turns the radio back on and keeps driving into the night. In the moment
he is happy. The future is coming with or without a plan.