I used to wonder why my sister would get home and sit in her car.

Sometimes I would look out the window from the kitchen and see her face red, tears in her eyes and sadness in her smile.

And sometimes I would look out that same window in the kitchen and see her face glowing, singing to herself or talking on the phone.

I think I understand why, why she did this... why she would get home and then sit in her car for, sometimes what seemed like hours.

As the time went on I began doing this myself, not out of replication but because it helped me think.

Just sitting feeling the car move below me, the slow rumble of the engine going and the ever so eery ringing silence that came with it.

It's almost as though, as soon as you step out of that car you are forever changed.

You are now a new person from the person in the car.

The person in the car was themselves and happy and content, or sad and depressed and lonely.

But once you step foot outside of the door you are forced to feel or act differently.

That's the crazy thing about life, you have to change to be seen by others as a good person.

So next time you're in the car, just sit and listen and think and feel all of the feelings you have.

Because you aren't wrong and your feelings and thoughts are valid, don't let your car-self be different from your true self.

Just don't.

Be vulnerable and content with life and good things will surely come.