Chasing Cars

We lived on Second Street until about the time I was in 5th Grade. Second Street is one of the busier North-South Streets in town. Many years ago, which that time was, our city fathers were not as strict about just letting your dog run wherever they wanted to run. I remember that there was one dog that seemed very bothered by all those cars driving down "his" Second street. He would crouch in the gutter on the side of the street by the curb and wait on each car as it came down the street. When he thought the time was "just right" he would run after the cars as they came by. This was serious stuff for him. He was really wanting to catch those cars. O.K., get this picture: There is a 2000 pound car coming down the street at 30 miles per hour. There is crouched, with eyes fixed and tail twitching, a 35 pound dog ready to catch that car. That bad old car gets closer. The little brown dog has to take off before the car gets even with him so that he can be running at a good speed when it zooms by. He has to be going pretty fast so that he can attempt to bite a tire or a bumper or anything sticking out... I never saw him catch one. Dangerous? Futile? Display of no common sense? Probably all of the above. The big question is this: What would he have done if he had caught the car?
In life there are many times we "chase" things. Sometimes they are realistic objectives. Our education, our jobs, our mates, retirement plans. Sometimes there are things that are out of our reach, yet we long for them. They never seem to be achieved or obtained. We may chase them or just dream about them, but they are never caught. I think Someone knows what is best for us, much better than we. Many of those "cars" are more than we can or should bargain for. They are like the dog and the car, what would we really do if we caught them?


Figure this one out.