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Sep

12th

2013

Stop and Go · 5:57pm Sep 12th, 2013

Sometimes it feels like there's a motor inside of us, an engine that'll throttle up or down depending on how we're feeling. As the pistons slow, we feel like getting them to speed back up and rev into the next gear will take longer and longer, requiring stretches of straight road ahead that we just can't see. The miles pass us by, the gas tank gets closer to empty, and that feeling continues to build. Sure, we can always hit the nearest gas station for fuel, but there's also some strange comfort in the idea that just stopping once the tank runs out means we won't have to worry anymore about reaching the next town. The road trip will be over and we can just stay where we are.

Another broken down car on the side of the road.

But that's the easy route, isn't it?

I don't think I want the easy route. I'd like to get out and push, even if it's just to prove that I'm strong enough to move the damn thing. Even if I can only budge it an inch or two. I'd like to try.

Maybe trying is magic.

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