Every time I see an old wrecked car I wonder about the circumstances of the last time it was driven. I also find myself thinking about how the car was once shiny and new in a showroom. There is a whole involved process to buying a car. Getting the finance, getting it registered and insured etc.
Someone once looked at this old wreck when it was new and wanted to own it so badly that they went into debt. They traded the expendable income from a couple of years of their life for what is now a worthless rusting lump of junk. Consumerism is such a addictive drug. If we were told that we only had a few more years to live, would we spend that precious remaining time working to make money to buy some thing? Yet, when we are healthy and think we’ll live forever, we gladly trade our youth and freedom for things.
It’s ironic how there is this tacit promise made by the automobile manufactures, “buy a car and be free”. The truth is that cars tie you down to one place while you make the payments to pay it off and enough money to run it. Cars don’t free us, they enslave us.
I didn’t get my drivers licence until I was 35 and I only did so because it was required for a job I wanted. Now that I own a car, I’d be hypocritical not to admit that I enjoy the fact that I can drive out into the country easily and take photos of things.
Sometimes I feel so conflicted.