First a ticket, then my car gets hit in the same week and both times it was parked. The person who hit me was honest enough to leave their number, but I’m thinking about the dangers of motionlessness these days. Any number of accidents could have happened throughout the week while I was driving my car, any number of more dangerous ones in fact. I could have gotten a speeding ticket instead of a parking ticket. I could have had a freeway hit-and-run accident.
But twice this week, something bad happened to my car when it was at a standstill. Being at a standstill myself right now, I’m taking that as a warning. Sometimes it’s worse to stop moving. I was talking to a friend a few days ago and told him I had changed my mind about the concept of waiting. I’ve been in a waiting stance, at times meditative and at times not, through my studies and my mild job search, thinking that eventually the right direction, the right job, the right move to make would become apparent to me. I expected this to somehow hit me across the head with obviousness.
Now I realize that things can hit you will you’re at a standstill and that they can sometimes not be the ones you are expecting, bad things can hit you and you’ll be a sitting duck. Moving makes any chance of impact more dangerous, but at least you’re going somewhere. I know I’m back in California on a side note, because when I don’t have much to say, I can always just talk about driving.