Drives

Everything was progressing normally in life until, one fine day, I grew up. I realized something was on my mind but couldn't discern what it was. Whatever it was, it applied immense pressure on my cerebral tissues, turning every thought into a product of overthinking and anxiety.

I started collecting these so-called 'favorite people,' but they showed little interest in me. The world seemed increasingly driven by money, as some people staunchly declared. I began aiming for wealth, believing these favorite people might be attracted to money rather than my personality and behavior.

One fine day, as my journey continued, I found myself surrounded by a lively group of people. Surprisingly, they had a mentality very similar to mine. We bonded, exchanged valuable insights, and enjoyed life, leaving all responsibilities far behind.

We were unknowingly flaunting a life others dreamt of, though we never realized it, as we didn't belong to the so-called 'daily show-offs' category.

Sometimes, I felt lonely when everyone else was busy. I'd grab my keys, start the engine, and speed off to unexplored, exotic paths filled with greenery, hoping to find some mental peace. But as I drove and shifted gears, I realized these drives didn't alleviate my loneliness. The only remedy was the companionship of my friends on this journey.

I was entirely dependent on them for my happiness and peace of mind. Lost in thought, I didn't realize I was still driving. A sudden shiver down my spine brought me back to reality. The steering wheel slightly turned as my thoughts dissipated. I regained control of the car and headed back home, where the people who truly mattered to me were patiently waiting for my return.

These drives will always be a part of my life, as loneliness can strike at any time and any place. I just hope to always find my way back and not crash into something that would lead me astray. I must return, not for the favorite people, but for those who genuinely matter. I promise I'll return.

And as I conclude this, here I go for one more drive. Would you like to join me?

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