The roads behind the apartment are relatively quiet streets, at least most of the time. In a country where planning began before the houses went in, both roads are four lanes, expanding to six or even seven then it comes to an intersection. Occasionally, one of the streets back up, however rush hour is, for this neighborhood, relatively short.
There is a caveat, a warning to visitors. At any time of the day or night, someone might decide it is time to demonstrate what her/his car can do. Occasionally it is a motorcycle. Most of the time it is a Ferrari, Lamborghini, AMG GT, or equivalent accelerating for 3-4 seconds. There is little doubt that the display exceeds the posted speed limits. I am quite sure the noise police would have something to say given how loud it is 19 floors up. However, for someone who has always enjoyed cars, I find the display oddly reassuring. It is an audible sign the next generation is embracing the thrills and joys of my childhood.
There is a lesson in what we choose to display. From high performance cars to intense moments of frustration, from belief to doubt and on to cynicism, I find myself considering the lessons involved.
Spontaneous displays reveal more of our hearts and passion than we realize. Each reflects something within us that cannot be contained. Especially intense displays are often linked to equally intense emotions. Reflecting and considering the truth within can be a mirror revealing one’s soul.
Displays which are used as an attempt to hide one’s true motives are often transparent to others. Several displays have played out in my life over time which demonstrate dark intent, even as the individual tried to wrap it up differently. Never assume that the truth will be hidden in one’s display.
When one is filled with positive emotions, displays naturally follow. The psalmist described it this way; “Let true lovers break out in praise, sing out from wherever they’re sitting,” (Psalm 149.5) Fist pumps and shouts of joy are options when good news hits.
