Today I went for a drive. It was not a "carefree drive". It was a drive filled with construction, traffic, errands, and whiney and tired children. Children who did not eat their lunch, but now complained of hunger. Children who refused to go potty before we left, only to announce they now needed to go.
There was nothing really unusual about this particular drive.
Not until I passed a neighborhood street sign that read:
Did you know that people actually LIVE on Carefree Drive? How great would that be!?!
I really think I must move there.
How would it be to have no worries. No cares.
Does that mean that I don't care about anyone? Does that mean that no one cares about me?
Hmmm... maybe this is not such a wonderful place to live after all.
I want to care about people. I want people to care about me.
I don't want to be Carefree!
I want to love and be loved.
I want to know sorrow and pain, so I can appreciate happiness and pleasure.
I want to fail, so I can more fully enjoy success.
I don't want to live on Carefree Drive.
But maybe a week long vacation there wouldn't be so bad!