Until recently, I've never seriously considered owning a big truck. Having worked as a delivery person for over twenty years. I've always placed fuel economy at the top of my considerations towards vehicles.
Recently however, I've been feeling a long forgotten childhood yearning attempting to resurface from somewhere deep in my psyche.
I just kinda stumbled upon it, having completely forgotten it was there. The truck in the photo isn't mine, yet that didn't stop me from taking a moment to appreciate it.
It was fun taking pictures of it, and sending it to my friends. Jesting at the idea of it being my next delivery vehicle. Though despite the enjoyable feelings that came with allowing my imaginations run wild. There was another feeling that seemed to run parallel to it.
I felt a hint of regret and even a longing. Part of me wished that I had that experience earlier in my life, back when having such a vehicle was more affordable. I longed for the freedoms I once had, yet took for granted. I'd been so focused on getting ahead and surviving, that I never noticed them slowly being taken away.
The laws in the U.S. were written by people who had experienced a life governed by an overgrown government. They wrote those laws hoping to give their successors the tools to keep their government in check, with the assumption that it's citizens would be as involved as they were.
Yet I wasn't. I didn't understand the freedoms I had, nor the power of propaganda. Should've. Would've, but just didn't. Not even sure if it would've made a difference. All I can do is pay attention to what's happening around me, and be a little wiser about my future decisions.
The American dream includes my right to own a truck like that. I haven't lost the belief that it's possible. I'm just a little wiser towards what it will take to make it happen.
Thanks for sharing with me. All photos used in this blog were taken with my one plus seven pro. God bless. :)