Poet May Sarton wrote, “She became for me an island of light, fun and wisdom where I could run with my discoveries and torments and hope at any time of day or night and find welcome.”
I had a friend like that. I could sing or pray out loud. My friend didn’t care – she just listened quietly. She was always with me, whether it was a long ride or to the grocery store. She was always there waiting for me ready to take me home.
She enabled me to listen to 501 books on tape in 15 years. I was drama while she was always calm.
Unlike people, your car never judges you. It performs to the best of its ability without annoying you by asking “what went wrong?” and passing judgment.
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Recently, I kicked my friend to the curb after 15 years and a lot of drama. I got a new car.
I like my new vehicle, but I felt guilty about letting my friend go. Then I realized regret is an appalling waste of energy; you can’t build on it.
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