Driving in My Mind

No, I’m not driving yet. I don’t know when I’ll start (of course, that depends on when I can afford to buy my own car), but I’m really hoping that I do have the courage to drive through the streets of Metro Manila someday. It doesn’t have to be a pretty car. No, scratch that. I hope it’ll be pretty. I mean, it doesn’t have to be expensive and new. It’s not as if I am willing to spend tons on dodge accessories. 

While I was talking with a friend who is soon moving to a place that is possibly farther away from work, the subject of the practicality - the advantages and the disadvantages - of commuting and driving came up. Of course, we both want to drive an automatic car, just in case. Easier for women, I heard. There’s still a lot of things to consider before I dream about ford accessories or maybe nissan accessories. I remember when my father tried to teach me to drive when I was much younger. I was fearless. Even with a vehicle filled with nervous and screaming passengers, in a major highway nonetheless. Looking back now, I believe that was careless. I just hope that I can still muster a bit of that courage now that I’m old enough to know better.