Hi, my name’s Kyle. Yes, I get in whatever lane has fewer cars and then merge. I merge late so others can practice forgiveness. I don’t see it as cutting someone off. I see it as giving them a spiritual workout.
Merging, to me, is faith in motion. When I flick on my blinker, at the last possible second, I’m not being rude. I’m saying I believe in you. I believe you’ll make space. That you’ll overcome the petty human urge to honk and instead ascend toward grace.
Patience is a muscle, and I’m your personal trainer. I push you past your limit. You might shake. You might curse my name. But later, when your blood pressure stabilizes, and you feel the calm wash over you, you’ll thank me. As Gandhi said, or maybe I’m paraphrasing, “Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.” I’m just here to spot you.
Traffic isn’t chaos. It’s just therapy with horns. Every red light is a breathing exercise. Every missed exit is an opportunity for growth. Every time I merge late, someone releases the anger they’ve been holding since childhood. And if that isn’t public service, I don’t know what is.