The ego’s like a backseat driver that won’t shut up until the tank’s empty.
Who is Driving Your Car? When I was born, my car was new, pristine in every way. I was the driver inherently knowing my purpose in life: to follow my spirit’s inherent wisdom and unconditional love, allowing it to guide my life choices. As I became older though, a passenger joined me in my car, when I began to accept society’s beliefs about life. I learned the truth about surviving in a self-centered world. Slowly, as I became older, I discovered I no longer was driving my car. Instead, I was now the passenger: my ego was driving. I no longer embraced unconditional love as I first did when I was born. Instead, I now accepted the countless lessons life taught me, understanding the many man-made tragedies and struggles others endure were inevitable. One day, when I was older, depressed, unhappy with my life, I began to tire being a passenger. I started to question if everything I had learned in my life was true. When I finally realized and accepted little of it was, I once again took the wheel of my car, changing seats with the driver, who now accompanied me in the passenger seat. As I began to drive my car again, though it was not as shiny and pristine as it was when it was new, I was no longer depressed or unhappy. Instead, I found genuine inner peace and meaning, as I once again was able to embrace and share my unconditional love, my spirit, with all others.