The rear view mirror….

We look out the magnificent windshield… and we get that shot.. That shot at feasting our eyeballs on fancy…. Could be fleeting… dependent upon our speed.. Soon, it’s in the rear view mirror….

We watch others from the rear view mirror… and they don’t stay there long… if they’re on our tail - and the lanes beside are clogged, it really pisses me off… if the lanes ain’t clogged, and they jet around oblivious to the posted speed limit - I wonder to myself “I’ve never heard anyone yelp “YES!! YES!!! I LOVE my job sooooo much I break speed barriers to get there!”

Inotherwords, there are those who choose to hurry thru life… hustle here, hustle there.. And before you know it, it’s all in their rear view mirror.

The windshield is today.. Which way we choose to turn.. How fast we decide to go… What out there interests us.. We have a choice to see good stuff.. Or see stuff and think about it negatively… I kinda believe it’s cool to go a little slower.. Suckup the good.. Or course there’s negative looking thru our windshields - but why should we focus on that when there’s a full 180 to choose from?

I worry about my son because he sees and focus’s mostly on the negative… he’s bothered by it.. It captivates his time, his worry, his life… to date, the stuff in his rear view mirror is ‘bad stuff.’ I pray for the day he sees things, events, people, situations, and stops to select what’s good out of it - and to not worry on the bad stuff now in the rear view mirror… In due time then, there’d be rainbows in the rear view mirror..

Victor, you’re preaching again. Ok, then why don’t u sumbitches tithe then? Hehe. Never forget (please) I talk to myself here.. And anyone is welcome to ride shotgun and look thru the windshield wit’ me…

Loud person on the left sidea the street? Then let’s checkout that architectural beauty on the right. Speedy Gonzales passing by at 82 MPH? Checkout Grandpa over there doing 60 in the 65 - enjoying the scenery.. Snowcovered streets - only tire paths to tread on? Did u see the beauty of the snow as it formed on the limbs…

As we age, we’re obviously destined for less and less windshield time. We’re all human. Close ur ears - we fuckup. Soon though, it’s in our rear view mirror - not forgotten, probably regretted. So we face that windshield again - and think about the choices we have to live life with…

Do we want the view in the mirror to be litter, broken bottles, false promises, anger… or would it be better if it were photo’s, images of good times, items of beauty, harmony….

I planta think about that windshield daily as I go. Yes, I’m the one that’s cussed at in this God awful 3 inch snow as I creep 45 in a 65... It’s inherited, that whenever I pass someone, kids clap. I try to live life one car length back for every 10mph… I think ya see more that away.. I think the muscles don’t get so taught.. I think it’s probably cardiovascular healthy. (Sure Victor, you probably smoke six cigs going to work at 60mph versus four at 65 mph. Nice cardio workout.) Kiss my ass.

If only we could allow our windshields - we spend so much damn time there - to remind ourselves we’re creating the rear view of our lives as we go.

Do however, remember it’s Ok to cuss if you get splattered with yucky mud stuff, you’re windshield washers work worse than the homeless… the sun (snow, rain, sleet, ice) will occasionally affect our view… shit happens.. Herm Edwards, somewhat beloved coach of the 4-11 Kansas City Chiefs perhaps summed up downside of life (and football) best.. “it happens, GET OVER IT.” For the sooner we do, the further back from our rear view it is.

Loveya… going to Dollar General now.. Buying somea that blue crap to fill up my spray bottle to clean my windshield. Repeat after me: chick magnet. Hehe. I just GOTTA find me someone to hold the electric window button down whilst I spray away the windshield for an assuredly better view on life. Victurd.