Along the highway of life.
It's arrogant to think there wouldn't be any potholes.
Or that you'd avoid every single one.
We've all hit one.
We're all gonna hit another.
We'll have to fight our way through obstructions again.
Bumper to bumper.
It's hard to love the potholes.
The dude who just gave me the finger.
But it's possible.
It's super difficult, yet possible.
To send them loving-kindness.
We can't avoid every annoying pothole.
We can't get out and fix every one of them ourselves.
Another opportunity for loving-kindness.
Grateful for the pothole.