On the edge

Life is a choice we make every moment in the now.

 

Synchronicity �" 3 �" On the edge

"I need to pay attention to the road now, and stop dreaming for a while." - I thought.

And the thoughts kept hanging in the air, like alarm bells ringing in my ears.

"Why do I get so nervous when I need to merge the traffic on the highway? Come on girl, just do it!"

In spite of my attempts to keep calm, my heart was racing in my chest.

As giant nasty insects, the other cars were riding in a rush, with a sound of danger.

There was not much over from my previous state of bliss.

"Come on, girl. You can't go back now. You have to do this. After that long truck you go. Just go!"

I got sharp, all senses alert, visualizing myself already there, riding smooth the rhythm of the people in a hurry.

With a bouncing heart jumping in my throat, I signed the light to the left.

I rode for a couple of seconds under the shadow of that enormous machine, roaring like a powerful lion...and went to

the left.

Too soon!!!

In a reflex, I turned the steering wheel to the right again, not to be smashed by that giant metal monster. At that point

my heart was about to jump out of my mouth. I tried to control my breath. Panic invaded my mind.

"Breathe in...Breathe out...calm down girl. Breathe in...Breath out...yes..."

I was safe. Riding again in the flow of the high speed, just behind the truck that could have been my death, thanking

God for being still alive.

I smiled at my silliness.

Suddenly, without having decided it, I witnessed myself executing the actions to pass the truck before me. Funny

observation…It felt like I was not the one in charge. Somehow I was the observer of myself from the outside.

There was a blanket of dense silence embracing everything. As if life has taken a pause. Like in those soft moments just

 before we fall asleep. I was not afraid anymore. Things where just happening before my eyes.

I signed to the left, looked on the mirror inside, looked in the mirror outside, no car coming too close and...Go!

A terrible hard sound hit my ears, like a tropical thunder storm, just above my head.

Among the clouds of silence involving me, I saw someone knocking at the door of my home.

My son came to open the door.

Through the deep stillness where I was floating, I saw the movement of the lips articulating the words:

"I'm sorry kid. I'm so sorry. Your mother had an accident on the highway. She...she died...”