One of my favorite lines from a movie is “50 years from now when you’re looking back at your life, don’t you want to say you had the guts to get in the car?”
Everyone has moments in their life when this line might apply. Some more than others. But don’t these moments define our lives? Whether it’s a big car or small one. A fast car or a slow one. On a freeway or country lane. They are all possible steps towards an uncertain future.
After a lifetime of riding down bumpy roads, fender benders and traffic tickets – getting in the car isn’t always an easy choice. But its always a choice.
Now that I have more than 50 years of life to look back upon, it’s not hard to find examples of “cars” I should have stayed away from. But I never feel regret. I had the guts to get in – and sometimes I crashed. Isn’t that what living is all about?
Imagine those people over the centuries who left their homes in “the old country” and immigrated to America. The passengers on the Mayflower got in the “car.” Tragically, the passengers on the Titanic got in the “car.” But it’s hard to find anyone who promotes the idea that it would have been better if they’d just stayed home.
Of course none of this has to do with travel. It has to do with change. Entering a new relationship – one with a foundation of love and desire and the potential for commitment – is absolutely getting in the car.
But who wants to stay home?