It occurred to me today that conducting or managing our lives is very much like driving a car. This isn’t a metaphor that I’ve considered before today and while it initially seems a bit pedestrian, it’s got more substance than it may seem.
Driving is often unconscious and occasionally we find ourselves arriving at a destination without having any recollection of how we got there. The scenery is likely to be the same day after day, with variations associated with stop lights, wrecks, police cars, road kill and on and on.
Weather can and will create complications and as in the case with life challenges, will obscure our vision, slow our speeds and make us much more aware of those around us. Speed becomes a critical consideration, reminding us that our lives must also have variations in acceleration.
Rough times (and difficult weather) result in a greater need for addressing those with reduced mobility, compromised vision and decreased survival capabilities. Many with those conditions (including our senior population) may not want to admit to limited strength, making our intervention especially important.
And many of us spend much more time looking in our rear-view mirrors than we do our windshields. My husband often reminds me that in Europe, the driver philosophy is that what’s behind you doesn’t matter. It follows that our pasts are useful for reference but can’t impact the future that becomes available through our windshields. We can’t do much about the accidents that have already transpired but can avoid the next one by looking forward. Shalom.