Driving

It is sometimes odd how the opportunity that exists to exercise my freedom is so neglected. The prime example being my driver’s license and access to a vehicle. The world is mine, I can get places when I want to. Yet most of the time it seems like I would rather not bother.

This metal box I drive around takes me to work, to school, to obligation. When I have free time, it seems like one of the last things I want to do is drive somewhere. Not because I don’t like driving either, I find it rather relaxing sometimes, but because having somewhere to go is just another way of having an obligation to get somewhere.

Sometimes I wonder if I would go places more with a newer car, perhaps one with better gas milage. Would I have more places to go? Would I have greater desire to go to those places? Driving without a destination turns into a waste of money right now. And in the end I always end up back at home, where my car lives. So why bother leaving?

Perhaps I can answer that some day.