Who's behind the wheel when your mind is racing? When do they decide to slow down? Who puts on the brakes? The worst problem about a mind that races isn't how to control the speed, it's what to do when it stops. It's what to do when you are still. How do you function then? Do you look out the windows and strain your neck to see what's behind you? Do you squint as the light up ahead glares in your tired eyes? No matter what you're doing at that moment it always feels like you should be doing something else. The opposite comes to mind and the race begins again.
A well tuned machine corners like it was designed to only do that task. It sees the barrier up ahead and makes corrections for the avoidance of a disaster. There are a lot of close calls but closeness has never gotten you into the trouble that a collision will. If you make a conscious effort to keep the calls close will never have to worry about being stuck or immobile. You will never have to worry about stopping the race. You will never have to be still.
This race has no winners because you're in this one alone and even though it's tiring you will press on. There's no checkered flag. You can try to fight it or you can just close your eyes and hope for the best. One day, it'll all come to an end and you'll wind up wherever you're meant to be. Hopefully, the one you always wanted awaits you when you get there. There's nothing worse than knowing they were right there on the side of the road and you passed them many miles ago.
