Two writers, one prompt. A month-long challenge to metaphorically put pen to paper.
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I am a line on the road. Alone on the road. Align on the road.
People drive past me. Drive over me. I give guides to those around me. Although I am just a suggestion to most, without me there’d be no order. Some people choose to ignore me completely.
I look like I never end. I lead to nowhere.
Follow me and see what’s there when you arrive. It could be a pot of gold. It could be a whole lot of nothing. It could be fool’s gold. Rainbows and me have quite a lot in common.
Follow me and you may just get there. Where? That’s up to you. When it’s only you, me, and the open road.
“Stay in your lane,” I hear someone yell above me.
But what does that really mean? Should you not go out of your way to try something new? What if there’s something blocking you? Do you go around or do you “stay in your lane”? Not allowing any change or different ways of thinking.
The lost use me to find their way. The road is a place to think and drive, move and process. But I provide the direction. Otherwise, you could be driving right into the oncoming traffic, working against everything in your life not knowing that STOP. WAIT. YOU’RE GOING TO CRASH.
You move back onto the right side of me.
What happened? Were you drunk? Did you fall asleep? Or did you just get lost in the hypnotizing movement of the road, veering towards what you only knew would upset the monotony?
You snap back to reality, and take a breath. You find you’ve been driving the wrong direction this whole time. The pull of what you’re meant to be doing, of where you meant to be going, is dragging you back to the side of the road you’re supposed to be on. Even if that meant you needed to go into incoming traffic to find out.
You pull over. You turn around. And you start driving again.
You become more aligned.
