i remember when i used to think i wasn't on the highway of life, that if the truck called life, that some big 18 wheeled experience came barrelling down the highway, that i wasn't even close to being in the way, that all these things are passing me by, and now, traveling on a road trip that's lasted years, i think about getting off at the next exit, the next rest stop, or maybe taking the slower side streets, country roads. because it all ends up being a frame of reference. to a moving object anything that is also moving at the same speed and direction appears to be standing still, and anything that's standing still appears to be moving, and anything moving faster or slower is moving relative to the observer, and well, maybe it's time to change frame of reference.