Get Out of the Racecar…

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So many of us are realizing that our foot has been on the pedal for far too long…touching that red line.

Numb and disconnected, we’ve forgotten what it feels like because we forgot we were the driver.

We know what happens when we cross the redline: total shutdown. Game Over. Diagnosis. Loss. Collapse. Destruction.

Foot on the gas pedal: tachometer racing to the next destination, obligation, event, promises given to people who cannot or would not wave a caution flag.

They’re caught up in their own race for results to see who can cross the finish line first.

And the finish line doesn’t exist. It’s a mirage that keeps floating further away. The faster the chase, the farther away it stretches.

There are no spectators. The race was always in the imagination: competition, validation, witnesses.

It’s the ultimate existential experience of a soul who has run half of their life like this race.

There is liberation when you recognize the crowd was your own nervous system creating the pressure to perform and prove.

The scoreboard is invisible

The audience is imagined

The horizon keeps negotiating the systems that created the game: the race, the chase.

Get out of the car…walk for a bit

Breathe

Regain consciousness

Recognize yourself as the driver

The real flex is when you can walk alone; without distraction and distortion filling your headspace.

Realize that no one is watching…and you are set free.

Witness yourself. You are the observer and the driver of your experience.