Life feels like a long drive to the sea. Up and down the mountains, through the tunnels, past the intersections. The music is good when you nod your head to the rhythm, but sometimes it sounds like a total crap that you just turn off the stereo. Funny and a bit ironic that it is in fact your own playlist, which you curate ever so carefully.
And sometimes you find yourself asking, to which sea are you heading again exactly?
How long have you been driving?
Isn't it about time you arrive?
Why haven't you arrived?
When you don't feel like turning on the stereo again, you know you are screwed.
