Acceleration

What happens when you move too fast too soon? It's like the world is a blur. It's like nothing else matters and everything exists only to pass you by, except that one thing. That one thing you want to be headed towards. You can see it in the distance. You believe you'll get there. You know you want it, deep inside you believe you'll get it, and soon.

So, you set off; the biggest, most powerful engine you can have. Your right foot musters all the courage and drains your heart out, simply so you make the move from floor to throttle. And then, eyes closed and hoping for the best, you push!

You've done this before, but you remember the engine being less powerful, the world had things you noticed, you could take a second to observe the goings on. Not now, this was too sudden. You weren't ready. What would've otherwise taken a much, much longer time was going by in seconds. Thoughts were racing, your heart was racing. Your brain couldn't keep up, and then, barely within the time you could catch half your breath, there it was: the destination. Or was it? Slowing down only enough to see it unable to have you there? How could a place you thought was your destination not have a parking? Should you go and investigate? How could you? You couldn't leave your ride behind. You can't enter without it. It has to be the whole thing. Then, there you are: not knowing whether to go on what you believe, at that moment, to be aimless, leaving your 'destination' behind, or waiting right there till a space opened up. Is that the best for you? Is that the best this world has? How many more unknown miles are to be travelled? How many more white lines going on for what seems like forever? You can't go on. Not so soon. Rest. Rest you must.

A field of watermelons becomes visible close by. A much-needed distraction and replenishment. How glad are you that you like something so much too? This is nice. Although, you can still feel the pieces inside.