Carry On

"Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done,
Lay your weary head to rest,
Don't you cry no more."
-Kansas

Dear Readers,
          Wanna see inside my head?

          Many people have used the metaphor "life is a highway". This is in many ways true. I look out the window of my car and I see hellish scenery. I see a burning scenery and hurting people. I see the world falling to pieces, where burning debris and shrapnel hit cars and cause them to swerve to their demise. I see great tanks, and airplanes with mighty guns mounted on them, trying to battle the horror and hell that has engulfed the world, but the war machines are just as dirty and corrupt and full of hatred as the evil itself. I see people getting out of their cars, and walking into the flames. I find myself having to pull over and stare, in an awed state of horror, trapped in my personal hell. I sit on the side of the highway, as the dust and the smoke surround my car, threatening to overtake me for good. I sit and I sob, and sulk, and wish there was something else. Something I could do. I see burning cars up ahead, on the shoulder ahead of me. My eyes grow wide with horror as I see the rotting corpses of people like me, pulled over on the side of the road, their hollow eyes staring in a dull pain.
          I shift in to drive and speed ahead on the highway. I glance out the window and see the burning and the hate and the death, and I feel the urge to stop, if only but for a moment. I do, and I feel the hate pulsing through the glass and into my mind, putting me into a state of mind where the pain is too great for me to think, and I feel myself sinking. I feel a breeze, the breeze of another car, driving past my opened window. I see the driver, and she has her eyes on the road, not stopping to question the destruction surrounding us. I once again shift into drive, and speed of down the highway, not giving the scene out my window another glance. I drive and drive, keeping my eyes only on the road, avoiding the debris and hate spilling onto the highway. I swerve, looking for a way out. I see in the distance a light like I've never seen before. Its a shade of blue, contrasting the fire and death and darkness. I speed faster still until I get there, and I see others. They are not in pain. I see tears, but for the first time in my life, not of pain, but of joy. I see people, not killing, not hating, not destroying, but creating. And loving. And caring.
         I get out of my car, dazed and in awe of the beauty the world can possess. I look towards the city, glowing and shimmering in the light as millions of people, not running for their lives, or having to watch as the people they love are destroyed. Instead, they are being kind. They make beautiful art, and create wonderful music with words containing messages of love and closeness and togetherness. Everyone is content and free.
           I see the girl from the highway. She is getting out of her car, and walks towards me. I walk in her direction, and I offer my hand, and she joins me on the top on my car, the tires blown and steam is pouring from the hood, but it doesn't matter. The car has delivered me from the hatred; it has delivered me to my home. I looked into the eyes of the girl, and she smiled at me. I hold out my arms, and for a brief moment I feel her in my arms, and her lips on mine. I smile at her, but there is a troubled look on her face. She points towards the land of hatred and carnage. I then understand. I take her hand in mine, and we walk towards the City of the Damned. We see the wounded and sick. We see the pain that we once knew ourselves, and we see the hate once again. I look at her for reassurance, and she nods, determination in her eyes. We look to the shoulder, and we see a man. We see the tears of pain on his face and we see the blood and hate on his flesh. We approach him, and my heart breaks as I see him cower in fear, not knowing anything but killing and death. We show him we mean no harm, and we show him to the City of Peace. I watch as his eyes fill with hope for the first time in his life, as he finds there is good in the world. I look as he wanders into the city, and a smile breaks my face as one breaks on his, as he sees for the first time the peace and love of the city. I look at the girl, who smiles and takes my hand once again, as we walk back towards the City of the Damned. 


                             -Me