STOP signs are there for a reason.

At the end of the day the question should be not how much I accomplished, but how much I was present at all times.

Dear Blog,

If you ever need a lift and have the guts to ask me to drive you to an IT conference, please forcefully remind me (elbows work fine) of the fact that STOP signs are there for a reason. The other day, just as I boldly and spontaneously made the resolution to choose being present over achieving something--and declared it publicly with the same spontaneity and boldness on Facebook--I almost got myself into a car accident on campus, fat, yellow speed breakers notwithstanding. Luckily, when I saw another car already engaged in traffic and heading with distinct precision towards wherever I happened to be heading, I chose to hit the accelaration pedal and avoid a collision that, according to all laws of physics, was written in the stars (I consulted my personal astrologer later on and he confirmed that Saturn was wreaking havoc in my house). Not that my car would have been surprised should something have happened. She already knows what the lips of a Mercedes, Toyota or Nissan taste like. My car has a PHd in The Nature of Impermanence with a concentration on With this driver, it's not worth getting me fixed. Can't help but wonder, though. Was it life's ironic way of reminding me that making resolutions is not really what this concert of randomness is really about, in other words that I was merely lucky to get to my meeting intact and on time? Or was it really an act of presence that saved me.