You are driving down a road you don’t often travel. You’re visiting friends. You’ve only been to their house once before. You know their street has to be coming up but you’re not sure if it’s the next turn or the one after that. Or, the one after that one. Here comes one. Tap the breaks a hair and try to pull the sign into focus once it’s caught in your hi-beams.
“Yep, that’s it.”
You say it just as you’re whizzing past.
*whiz*
Sometimes you don’t realize you’ve gone too far until it’s too late to make the turn.
Teenagers across the globe have been breaking into their parents’ liquor cabinets since before the flood to learn this lesson.
Going too far isn’t just for the young and foolish.
It’s for the old and foolish, too.
What is it about our human kind that so naturally reaches to bask in the rays of excess?
We rarely end up nourished. More often, burned by overexposure.
How ironic.
How self-fulfilling.
How predictable.
Yet we do our best impression of walking through the door of the surprise party.
If you ever encounter that sense that you’ve been here before, it’s because you probably have.
It might look a little different because you have a different set of peepers than you did last time.
So, how’s it going to go this time?
