Travelling to work on this bright, sunny Monday morning, something occurred to me.
It might have been hearing Brandi Carlisle soaring through “The Story” or the impatient driver who hooted at the pedestrian, crossing the street a little too slow. It may have been the countless cars manoeuvring through traffic lights and stop streets, congesting MY way to work. Why can’t people find their own routes to drive on? Yeez.
In all these cars there were people, big and small, fat and tall, male and female. All of them, just like me, with a life, a purpose and a destination. Rushing somewhere to catch the clock and be on time, for work, for school, for whatever. All of us are doing it, some with more success than others, but we are all trying our best to make a living.
Each of those people driving around has a favourite song, one that will make them pump up the volume. They all have…
View original post 350 more words