Much of what I think about when I’m driving has to do with my past. I’m not sure why that is, but if I had to take a stab at it I’d have to say it’s due to the fact that when I’m driving there isn’t much else to think about. I can’t do homework or check email so that leaves me to think.
Thinking about people and events that mean the most to me… they all came about from some sort of conflict. Not necessarily a fight but perhaps a long journey or experience that didn’t come easy. If you don’t have to try, then there’s no excitement and no reward at the end. There’s nohing to look back upon that makes you realize what you have accomplished or have is worth anything.
The people I admire most are those who have either been through something difficult with me or at least been through something similar. We can relate and we know what we mean to each other — there’s no question because nothing could be worse than what was already had. With no emotional investment or struggle there would be no triumph and no real sense of being alive.