Driving has always been a therapeutic escape for me—a chance to turn up the music, sing along, and let the road unfold before me. But this past week, my love for driving was tested as I found myself sandwiched & desperate between slow moving cars, unable to break free. It wasn’t just one instance either; it happened several times. Each time, I felt a growing sense of frustration, like I was suffocating under the weight of everyone else’s pace.

And then, as I was sitting through the frustration at one time, a thought hit me.

On this island, where life (mostly) tends to be laid back, everyone seems to move at their own pace — some casually taking in the peaceful views, others speeding ahead, weaving through traffic to reach wherever they need to be. And there I was, stuck in the middle, caught between wanting to savour the moment and my own need for speed.

But that moment sparked a deeper realization: isn’t life exactly like this?

We’re all traveling through life at our own pace, adjusting to what we need to survive or thrive on our unique journeys. Some of us are cruising, taking it slow, appreciating the scenery. Others are racing, driven by urgency or purpose. And while it’s tempting to want everyone to align with our pace, the truth is that the beauty of life lies in its diversity.

No two people are heading to the exact same destination or require to be there at the same exact time as another.

We’re all navigating different roads, with different priorities, challenges, and dreams steering our paths. And that’s the wonder of it all. Creation, in its infinite complexity, has made us — made us unique, each of us moving at the speed that feels right for our journey.

It’s so humbling to realize that our frustration with the car in front of us, or the one zipping by, is just a reflection of how deeply personal every individual’s path is.

So maybe the next time I find myself stuck in traffic, I’ll “try” to take a deep breath and remember that, just like on the road, in life we need to make space — for others to pass, for ourselves to pause, and for the understanding that we’re all doing the best we can to get where we need to go.

And maybe, just maybe, I’ll consider rolling down the window to let the cold air in and appreciate the simple fact that we’re all on this beautiful, chaotic journey together.

Love always,