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My Life Is Still a Highway
It’s a sunny afternoon, and Tom Cochrane’s classic “Life Is a Highway” is blasting from the speakers of my slightly worn-out 2005 Honda Accord. My kids, Max and Lily, are in the backseat, and I can’t resist cranking up the volume, knowing they’ll recognize the tune from that animated movie they love. I don’t wait for their reactions as I push the dial even higher.
With the radio cranked to 20 and me speeding at 45 in a 35 zone, I feel that familiar rush of rebellion, the kind that makes you feel alive. But deep down, I crave even more exhilaration.
Flashback to 1992
I’m a carefree college senior at Penn State, soaking up the sun on a perfect March day. Graduation is looming, and job prospects? Nonexistent. But honestly? I couldn’t care less. Just weeks before, I had an interview lined up for a “real” job, but I blew it off. I was clueless about what I wanted, but I felt young, hopeful, and bursting with potential. Sure, there’s uncertainty, but that doesn’t faze me.
I have the most precious resource: time. Everything will fall into place eventually.
“Life is a highway, I wanna ride it all night long…”
Then there’s my buddy, Jake, who’s eager for a motorcycle adventure. I don’t own a bike and certainly lack the license, but off we go to where his motorcycle is parked. I hop on the back, gripping tightly as we zoom down a gravel road, leaving the campus behind for the scenic mountains of Central Pennsylvania.
After 30 minutes of wind and freedom, we park and bask in the sun, sipping Cokes and chatting about our dreams. The only certainty is that come June, we’ll be somewhere else. As the familiar chords of “Life Is a Highway” play from our boombox, I crank up the volume again.
“Life’s like a road that you travel on, when there’s one day here and the next day gone…”
Fast Forward to Now
“It’s too loud!” Max whines from the backseat.
“Really? But you love this song!” I reply.
“It sounds different.”
I’m tempted to explain that the version from Cars is a bit softer, but I just nod and smile, turning down the radio to our usual level.
I feel the warmth of the sun and take a deep breath. My mind races with responsibilities: homework, dinner prep, queries to send, and bedtime routines. So much to do, and time seems to slip away.
I step on the gas again because we need to get home.
“Life is a highway, I want to ride it all night long. If you’re going my way, I want to drive it all night long.”
As I reflect on these moments, I find myself appreciating the journey—both the challenges and the joys. It’s all part of this wild ride called life.
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In summary, life is a journey filled with unexpected turns and endless possibilities. Embrace the ride!