Pawns

My speedometer was nearing 65; not too fast, but definitely fast enough to get a blue light special. The weather was dark and dreary, as was my mood, so the speed didn’t matter to me anymore. I was nearing the end of the road where you have to make a decision to go either right or left. The truck in front of me had made his decision and was slowing down. The red flash of his brake lights nearly burned my eyes with the starkness against the gray sky and faded trees. For any normal person, this would be the time to put your foot on the brake.

But my leg was lead. It did not move. I was subconsciously making a decision, whether I was realizing it or not. The truck was slowing down and had made it to about 25, but I was continuing on, doing nothing but speeding up. Finally, my speedometer was pointing to 75 and the seconds were coming down to nothing. I had a second to decide the rest of my life. I could let it go, let go of everything that has ever weighed down on me. I could totally be free from all the stress and anxiety that has tormented me for so long. Or, I could brake and give in to the world around me. I could give in to being like everyone else; a pawn in a giant game of life.

Finally, my conscious outweighed my true desires and the bumper of the truck in front of me did not make contact with my car or my body. Instead, I slammed on the brakes and took the turn, pulling along behind the truck. I audibly laughed as I stared at his license plate as I know the ignorance of the man driving the vehicle. Little does he know that I almost used his truck for my leisure. Little does anyone know in this world of me or anyone around them.

We’re all just pawns in this game of life.