In the parking lot of life…

My building has a large parking lot to the south side. When up there; I see people pulling in and others pulling out… It occurred to me that life is of a great resemblance to parking lots… each of us has his own space with his own vehicle - fancy or not – carefully parked in his designated area… sometimes you have the luxury of choosing your ride and sometimes the ride just chooses you and if you are lucky enough you get to choose who rides beside you but sometimes – for arrangements of conveniences – you compromise just for the fear of riding alone all the way.

Every load you put in your vehicle will affect its performance, and your vehicle’s durability depends on how you treat it. The only difference between your life and your ride is that you can change your ride at your convenience but you can’t do that with your life.

You can pimp, paint or enhance your life, but you can never change it. Every little scratch you endure, you will have to face the consequence one day.

You can hide it or just ignore it, but you can never make it go away.