That one time I decided to just chill out and enjoy the ride. Then I began to see and experience things I hadn't before. Instead of huddling in my cabin, allowing the fear of seasickness to overtake me, I enjoyed the feel of the wind in my hair, as I stood on deck and looked out at the endless sea. I watched the sunrise and felt at peace with myself and suddenly got the urge to paint the changing colors in the sky, the orange and pink hues of the dawn. I found out that in not pressuring myself and by savoring simple moments I enjoyed myself and still got to my destination.
Cars are strange places.
When traveling in it, I don't like bumps and humps. Sometimes I get battered and bruised. My brother told me, one cannot and should not expect roads to be smooth. In fact, the bumps and humps are sometimes needed for us to learn how to slow down and to be cautious so we get surely to our destination. Sometimes we get so caught up with the scratches and the dents that we fail to see the beauty of the car itself.