There is something meditative about it: getting into a car, starting the engine, feeling the vibration under your feet. I don’t like to drive fast. I don’t dream of adrenaline and a crazy track. But I love the process itself.
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For me, the road is not just a means of getting somewhere. It is a space where I am alone, where everything depends only on me. I choose the route. I choose the rhythm. Sometimes I want to be in silence, sometimes with my favorite playlist.
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Especially valuable are trips in the evening - when the city is calm, the headlights shine softly, the sky is dark blue. At these moments, I feel something like inner order.
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Sometimes life seems too chaotic. And the steering wheel in my hands is a reminder: there is something that I control. There is a place where I am at the wheel.
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And even if the whole day was unbearable, these 15 minutes behind the wheel can give a feeling of inner order.