Driver or Passenger ?
What kind of guy are you? The one who drives the car himself or the one who let others to drive for you? Do you like getting carried away by the “system” which is not in your grip or the one where you might get yourself smashed while sipping a cold, refreshing breeze.
Our lives are like this, either you adapt to the system being the “passenger” or become the "driver", with your bare hands on steering, speeding yourself up in the direction you wanna explore. The “CV chasers" are the passengers in our world, having a fabricated reality, seeking safeness along the journey, following the driver, getting anxious from the unseen turns of the system, adapting with risk averse moves with a pale suffocated power to change their trajectories. They seem “okay” as long as they know the clean path that everyone’s taking down, with their already figured out attitude. CV guys, care about their destinations more than their journey, driven by system they are chained to either by their choice or via luck. Their "thought genes" are not worth passing on.
I am a “driver”. I do rock 'n' roll with my old tires at night, unravelling darkness with my lights turned off sometimes. I love driving, it's my only “work”, and I care about what form it is in, what it means to the world outta there. It makes my life meaningful. When I’m not “chained” to my fabricated future, I feel free. I don’t like orders on how I need to drive, when to wake up, when to sit and for how long. There’s an inbuilt voice that beckons me to keep going, to stay the course, listening to my totem song, “I’m different, baby” having volume knob turned upside down. I’m the driver of my work, I choose where to drive, what to drive on, when to drive on. The pleasure abounds. I seek good drivers & their journeys. I like their crazy stories of the roads they went to and where they plan to go. I want to drive the way these guys do with their hard cars. Here's a definition of them:
In science, as well as in other fields of human endeavor, there are two kinds of geniuses: the “ordinary” and the “magicians.” An ordinary genius is a fellow that you and I would be just as good as, if we were only many times better. There is no mystery as to how his mind works. Once we understand what he has done, we feel certain that we, too, could have done it. It is different with the magicians. They are, to use mathematical jargon, in the orthogonal complement of where we are and the working of their minds is for all intents and purposes incomprehensible. Even after we understand what they have done, the process by which they have done it is completely dark. They seldom, if ever, have students because they cannot be emulated and it must be terribly frustrating for a brilliant young mind to cope with the mysterious ways in which the magician’s mind works. Richard Feynman is a magician of the highest caliber. Hans Bethe, whom [Freeman] Dyson considers to be his teacher, is an “ordinary genius,”. . (Quoted from Enigmas of Chance: An Autobiography, by Mark Kac. Harper and Row. 1985. p. xxv.)
You know many drivers leave their door, get to their cars. Only a handful of them touch the real road, few choose the tough road, few choose the long one, few choose the small ones, few get sick down the lane and become the passengers while only a handful get to **THE BIG BAGANZA DRIVERS STOP** and get what they never sought out to seek in the first place. The passengers applaud them with their eyes bulging out, hands beating each other at maximum mach and lip stretched out wide screaming, "See, He is différent Baby, He’s **The DRIVER**”.
Time, as it always has will narrate the drivers not the passengers. The questions is which one are ya, which way you all be turn out ya?