Traffic

Life is like traffic on a freeway, and we are like cars. Some of us are sports cars--small and fast, but we carry only a few people. Some of us are like buses, with a lot of patience and little ego, but we provide for many. Some of us are normal sedans, moderate and optimum. Some of us are like eighteen wheelers, selfless yet highly important. We are all equally meaningful.

And life has different lanes. The fast lane, the middle lane and the slow lane. Some of us like to go fast, without caring about the others. Some of us are bound to go slow, maybe because we are lost or maybe just our car is not in a good condition. Some of us are mid-paced, slowly and steadily winning the race.

Sometimes, during the rush hour, we tend to act smart and get into the lane that seems to be moving the fastest. But what happens is that everybody gets into that lane, and we become fools. Sometimes, the road becomes wide open for us, without us even trying. And sometimes it just narrows down so much without a reason.

The freeway of life has many exits. Sometimes we take the wrong exit and we end up in a ghetto. It happens when we don't know the directions. We end up wasting our time. But you know what, if you feel like you took the wrong exit, I assure you that there is a ramp somewhere that'll get you back on the freeway. The small ghetto roads may slow you down for a while, but they can't stop you forever.

Just make sure you are moving in the right direction.