Recently I took my favourite Mondi-Boy* (* my car) to the services. It wasn’t anything wrong with the driving powers or wheeling rotation speed or anything. Just because I love to have a peace of mind and because I fancy a stamp in the car documents about all planned services being conducted…anyway…the car was fine before the service yet on a deep analysis and when looking into the roots of issues the mechanics’ verdict was – you are gonna die like almost now…(that’s the car to die, not me yet, though I might’ve die from heart attack after seeing the bill, I presume) So they replaced a lot of things, that I have no idea how dangerous it is not to have them in order…I could’ve be involved into accident any moment without even knowing what caused it! It was a scary thought…so of course, I’ve signed the bill for everything they’ve found worth replacing…
I thought of why us, humans, cannot get planned services too? Every 10 000 tears or every 3 years of driving the HGV of life’s burdens…just like cars…we would get our oil replaced to smooth relationships, our break fluid renewed so that we would know how to stop, all bolts and screws tighten up so we wouldn’t scattered loose…the seatbelts adjusted to provide full safety on our road...the filters re-enforced to protect…
Recently I do not feel road worthy…although I’m drivable, there is that strange sensation of being on the breach of fatigue…that the engine might just stop any moment and break the everything else…it is not a physical tiredness, though there is certain contribution from her too…but more of emotional weariness with everything going on around me in a quadrille tempo – was very exiting in the beginning of a dance, but becoming difficult to keep up pace to the end of it…why can’t I get a service too?!
The other thought was that timeless idea of being able to erase everything that happened and to start afresh from the blank canvas…to paint the picture which happened to be perfect this time…more on this where there is more…
I thought of why us, humans, cannot get planned services too? Every 10 000 tears or every 3 years of driving the HGV of life’s burdens…just like cars…we would get our oil replaced to smooth relationships, our break fluid renewed so that we would know how to stop, all bolts and screws tighten up so we wouldn’t scattered loose…the seatbelts adjusted to provide full safety on our road...the filters re-enforced to protect…
Recently I do not feel road worthy…although I’m drivable, there is that strange sensation of being on the breach of fatigue…that the engine might just stop any moment and break the everything else…it is not a physical tiredness, though there is certain contribution from her too…but more of emotional weariness with everything going on around me in a quadrille tempo – was very exiting in the beginning of a dance, but becoming difficult to keep up pace to the end of it…why can’t I get a service too?!
The other thought was that timeless idea of being able to erase everything that happened and to start afresh from the blank canvas…to paint the picture which happened to be perfect this time…more on this where there is more…