The trunk of my car will not close.
Or I should say it closes, but apparently some electrical part isn’t working so my trunk is not latching correctly.
Aside from the ridiculously priced parts and labor charge, this means that my car beeps the entire time I’m driving it – in order to alert me as to a door being ajar (thank you, smart car). As you can probably imagine, it’s bad, really bad. I’d call it the urban version of Chinese water torture. The beeping does stop when I am at a red light or stuck in traffic, thankfully providing a brief moment of quiet and respite before I hit the gas pedal and am jolted back to the incessantly rhythmic BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP.
Driving around in a beeping car this week has me wondering (mostly as a way to avoid snapping) what it would be like if life worked this way; if there was some beeping alert system to notify me when something was wrong. While infinitely annoying in the car, I have found myself wishing that life would beep at me during moments of “door ajar-ing” need.
And then I realized that this is exactly how life works. But just like my Prius only informs me that something is wrong – that something is amiss – as I’m moving, we only get clued in to a problem in life when we are committed to movement. Once you start moving, life has a built-in feedback system (providence? karma? grace?) that kicks in, refusing to be ignored.
When in doubt or indecision, make a move and let life’s beeping keep you honest.