Traffic Lights
A couple of months ago I was driving down a country road and came to a traffic light. It was red. I sat there for a couple of seconds.
A thought snapped into my mind. Why am I obeying the lights, why are they in control. There is no-one here. I can see for miles, I would know if anyone is coming. So why am I sitting here, obeying the lights? Because I've been told and taught that it's the right thing to do? Or just because I always have? How many human seconds are spent sitting at empty red lights globally?
All this went through my mind in a fraction of a second. In a fraction of a second I'd noticed it, evaluated it, weighed it up and decided.
A thought snapped into my mind. Why am I obeying the lights, why are they in control. There is no-one here. I can see for miles, I would know if anyone is coming. So why am I sitting here, obeying the lights? Because I've been told and taught that it's the right thing to do? Or just because I always have? How many human seconds are spent sitting at empty red lights globally?
All this went through my mind in a fraction of a second. In a fraction of a second I'd noticed it, evaluated it, weighed it up and decided.
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I just discovered this page and I love those posts, gotta catch up.
I, too, am plagued by these kinds of thoughts from time to time. Sometimes they can be eye-opening...
A postmortem about S&box's launch or pacepunch's/your future projects as a next blogpost?
Been reading your blog with pleasure for as long as I can remember. (2012ish)
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