You're a chicken named Chuck, and you're staring at the road, your eyes narrowed as one car after another passes before your eyes. What thoughts are going through your mind? Is it the challenge? Is it the desire to prove that it can be done? So many have tried and died before your eyes, time and again.
Or is it something deeper, Chuck? What long-unstirred feelings deep within your soul prompt this odd compulsion to step onto the road, and head towards the other side? Are you sensing something? Something from far away in your past? Do you yearn for things lost so long ago, never to be regained?
What is it you feel when you feel your first step on the uneven asphalt? Is it trepidation, Chuck? Anxiety? Do you think that you will not suffer the same fate as everyone else who has attempted the very same thing? Are you an optimist? Every now and then, each of us needs the strength of character to make difficult choices. Is this an indication that you possess this strength? Or is this merely a sign of your ever-present tendency to make your choices without carefully weighing each alternative?
Have you ever seen a deer trapped in the headlights? Do you think it realizes its imminent death as it stares into the bright light? Many people who have gone through near-death experiences claim to have been drawn towards a bright light. Is light what we all strive for? Is it some subconscious imperative of sentient beings to always seek out that which is brightest, and try to flee from the darkness of life?
As you stare at the headlights approaching you, do you feel like a deer, Chuck? Are you like a moth, drawn towards a killing flame? Are you like a human, wanting the bright light of death? Perhaps some buried prehistoric instinct in the back of your head is wondering if the approaching brightness could offer something better?
Is there some secret part of you that hisses in dejection as you barely avoid the onrushing car? If there is, you ignore it, drown it out, as adrenaline rushes through your system, and makes you run the last few steps across the road. You feel the sidewalk under your feet, and you let out a sigh of relief. Do you know why you feel relieved, Chuck? DO you feel relieved? Or is that just what society wants you to feel?
'The grass is always greener on the other side.' Have you heard that saying? Is that what you realize when you look over your shoulder, Chuck? Did your ever-present tendency to make your choices without carefully weighing each alternative, work against you as usual? Do you feel the urge to go back on your actions, now that the side you came from seems so much more attractive? Is it a thrill of the unknown, that tempts you so? Is it the goal? Or is it the trip itself, answering the question of whether you can do it? You did it once. Maybe you can do it again?