It’s a rainy day, and I drive down the country lane to my farm. The terrain is very bumpy and muddy as the clay soil sticks to the tires of the vehicle while the four-wheel drive keeps failing to engage.
Shortly after, I spot some Good Samaritans who then offer me help. They help push the vehicle, which moves for a few metres but gets stuck in the mud again. The mud seems too thick to navigate through, and I am slowly getting tired.
A sweat breaks through, and my eyes swell up with tears. “Why did I start off on this journey even when the weather showed cloud cover? My four-wheel drive gave me the confidence to embark on the journey to my country farm, and now it’s failing me. The tires on my vehicle keep skidding off and I start to lose my bearings. I am alone and it’s getting dark.” The more I try to engage my vehicle in motion, the more I fail dismally. I question my driving skills and my choice of vehicles.
Despite being taken for a full service before my journey, my vehicle seems to be getting worse. My driving experience is selectively memorable; I have to drive in low gear, holding the steering wheel tightly like my life depended on it. At times the sparkle of having a vehicle fades away. The vehicle is life, the vehicle is love, and the vehicle is friendship.
I suddenly hear a tap on my window screen. I open my eyes and realise that my farm is near yet so far as I have been stuck on the muddy clay. I hope your love for family, social, and friendship is not stuck in the mud, and the four-wheel drive will engage to drive through. The rainbow is fading away from the skies. I guess it will not stop raining soon, and the terrain will be more difficult to navigate through on my own. Another teardrop drops through, and my throat swells up. Is it the type of vehicle? Is it my driving skills? On a rainy, muddy day.
Keep smiling.
Holistic Hazel