The car.
How practical this is!
We have a special relationship with our car.
It is our second house.
You love it, you cherish it, or you just use it to go somewhere.
But anyway, it reflects who you are.
And yet, there's something I don't understand.
As human being, we are able to love, to take care about people we love, or even people we don't know.
We can do beautiful things to make the world a better place.
And everything colapses when you drive.
Suddenly, a nice husband and caring father becomes the most agressive guy who insults and punches the guy who didn't drive fast enough.
The mother who gave life to a little baby, who can sing a song and rock her baby for hours to make him confortable can cut another mum up with her children in her car.
How many times did you yell in your car, or even insults other drivers?
And how many times did you say "I love you"?
We actually spend so much time being agressive rather than being loving....that's confusing.
June 2016
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