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Watching life from the passenger seat
It’s time to take the wheel
There’s something oddly comforting about sitting in the passenger seat. You’re present for the journey but not entirely responsible for where it’s going. The driver takes charge, handles the twists and turns, while you watch watch the scene. Lately, I’ve realized that’s exactly how I’ve been living my life, watching things happen but not steering the wheel.
At first, being a passenger felt safe. I didn’t have to make any big decisions. I convinced myself I was just “going with the flow,” taking things as they came. There was no pressure, no risk of failure. But over time, I started to feel restless. I was moving, yes, but I wasn’t sure where I was headed, or if I even wanted to go there.
It’s a strange place to be in. You’re involved, but detached. Life is happening all around you, but it doesn’t feel like it belongs to you. I realized I had been putting my dreams and desires on hold, waiting for the “perfect moment” to take control. And as much as I hate to admit it, fear was a big part of it. Fear of failure, fear of making the wrong decisions, fear of not knowing what lies ahead.
The truth is, staying in the passenger seat is easy. It gives you time to observe, to reflect, to feel like you’re preparing for something bigger. But here’s the thing…
