Monday, 5 January 2015

17,589 Kilometres

17, 589.

That is one very big number. To me, that is.

And that is how much I have travelled in almost 2 1/2 years.

I've been through flash floods, endless jams, potholes that could swallow a giant-sized chihuahua, and freak storms. I've encountered drivers in the form of chameleons (they turn into instant angels the moment there is a policeman in sight and into the devil himself the moment they are out of the police's range), monsters behind wheels, courteous drivers, the HULK, the sleeping driver and last but not least, the iGadget driver who can never keep his/her eyes on the road other than their gadgets.

As a very active driver, I can tell you that you can arrive at your destination via many roads. All roads do tend to lead to Rome. It doesn't matter if you choose to take the longer route to enjoy the scenery. What matters is that we arrive at our destination. Sometimes that destination is not in this world. It is not the destination we intended to arrive at. And there are times when we arrive at the destination far way too soon.

Sometimes we choose to drive leisurely. Sometimes TOO leisurely. At other times we fly like a F1 driver. And at times, the drive is an abrupt drive. And it is very sad that today, many drivers are burnt-out, frustrated, unmotivated, exhausted and potential-murderers. Someone once said that it takes 8,460 bolts to assemble an automobile and one nut to scatter it all over the road.

But drive we must drive and drive we shall.

'Leave sooner, drive sooner, live longer.' - Author unknown