A couple of the euphemisms about life make such little sense when you really think about them.
“Life is a highway…”
If life were anything remotely like a highway, I would ride it all night long. Driving (sometimes well in excess of the speed limit, I’ll admit it) has always been zen activity for me. The feeling when you open up a v8 to skirt around traffic, take a turn, or jump off a stop light is exhilarating. My car has always been my think tank, my record studio, and my home away from home. And two months on the road the fall of 2013 only deepened my bond with the road.
But news flash! Road trips are nothing at all like real life.
On the road, the scenery changes in the most wonderful ways with each passing mile. Even the flattest lands of Wyoming and South Dakota have wonders to enjoy. New towns, interesting tourist attractions, cows galore (Freckles’ favorite) and miles of sunflowers to keep your attention. Something new may be waiting just around the next turn.
Real life, on the other hand, requires a conscious effort to find and appreciate beauty in the scenery you see every single day. We drive the same road to and from work, see the same people, have the same conversations, live in the comfort of a routine.
On the road, change comes naturally to us. Change is part of the thrill. It is both expected and welcomed with an open mind and heart. Real life, however, is resistant to change. Polar opposites. Change, even if for the better in the end, is often wrought with difficulty, frustration, anxiety, remorse, and regret. It’s no surprise, then, that real life often lacks any of the luster and appeal of the open road.
So no, life is not a highway, Tom Cochrane. But it made for good music, so I’ll let it slide.
“Life is like a box of chocolates.”
Life is not like chocolate either, unfortunately. Chocolate is delicious, melty, and comes in so many varieties. Milk, dark, white, nougat, caramel, almonds and more. Chocolate is one of the only things that can stop a raging hormonal woman dead in her tracks. With chocolate, all can seem right with the world – at least temporarily.
Real life regularly leaves us feeling disappointed and depressed. Then all we want to do is eat copious amounts of chocolate. In every possible form; hot chocolate, cookie, ice cream, cake, you name it. Chocolate is a treat to enjoy and savor. Life is not always a treat. In fact, life is sometimes fucking awful. Your local news will tell you how bad it is in your neck of the woods any given night of the week. Invasions. Wars. Politics. Shootings. Riots. Climate change. Death. It’s all too much sometimes.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone say there was too much chocolate.
Okay, fine. Forrest Gump’s analogy wasn’t about the chocolates themselves.
Like a box of chocolate, life looks delicious in the beginning. It comes in a pretty little package, it smells divine, and your first bites into pieces of life are usually glorious foodgasms in your mouth. Then comes that weird piece with the fruit nougat that you can only spit out with disdain. Real life is sometimes a series of those fruity abominations.
For most people, that strange fruity abomination doesn’t stop you. You have no fear of trying again with the chocolates in the hope of reclaiming the deliciousness of that first bite. Life is kind of like that too. We usually are capable of diving back in to life after failure without hesitation, without fear. But sometimes the message gets crossed.
Normal people realize that only a portion of the chocolates are weird and gross. For some of us, we learned things along the way that make it seem like throwing away the entire box of chocolates would be the best option. No passing go, no collecting $200 dollars, no attempt to buy a new box of chocolates. Just throw it all away. When your wires are crossed, sometimes you end up in this cycle of ignorance of the fact that a chocolate covered caramel wonder is waiting for you out there.
But throwing away our life when it’s disgusting, or ending it after a moment – even if it was a long moment – of that nasty fruity concoction is preposterous. Unless you – and only you can do this – find the beauty and deliciousness in life, you may find yourself drowning in the overwhelming oppression of the daily grind.
For some of us, it’s harder than you might think. I’ve been there on and off over the last few years. It has been so difficult to find satisfaction in this life I have created for myself. I had convinced myself – it was all I could do to survive, I think – that once I was here, once I was a lawyer, once I had succeeded in education and career, happiness would rush down upon me and my life would be fulfilled. It hasn’t quite worked out that way.
Sure, life is sort of like a box of chocolates. But real life is really about how you react when it seems like that disgusting fruit filled hunk of trash is all you’re getting. It’s about how you handle moving on to the next piece of chocolate. Sometimes, even when our stomach hurts from too much decadence, we have to go back for more.