There it is collecting dust and debris; that old car, that dilapidated vessel, a rusting junk shuttle. You remember when you bought that piece of junk, and it was no junk then. It was shining, reflecting show-lot light. It had the new car smell, the smell of clean leather, cloth and plastic. Altogether, that smell, that sound, that touch and light convinced you to buy it. The places I will take you, that car whispered, think of the possibilities. That car was a symbol of going places, of your future.
Now look at it. It is stagnant. Having battled time and space it is no longer a symbol of the future but of the past. Its dent there, the fender bender three years ago, the ripped and torn seat, a symbol of your sitting so many years while the world whipped past your now-cracked window. Look at it. What is it saying about you now, this junk of a car, no longer hurtling through space, but parked in space; taking up space? It is saying you have moved on. It is saying it is time to recognize how you have changed. And just as it is a symbol of the old you, it is a symbol of old times. It was made before ‘global warming’ was a term on every conscious person’s mind. It was made when gas cost two dollars. That car, your junk car- it consumes. Space, gas, earth- it consumes all of them. Give it up. Donate it. Let the donation of your past be a commitment to your future. Junk it.
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