Some feelings cannot be bought

A few days ago, to clear my mind, I went for a drive to a lakeside. It was a place called Uzungöl, nestled high in the mountains. After a few hours, I decided to head back, but I got stuck in a long traffic jam on a single-lane road. A large passenger bus was at the front of the line, followed by about 20 other cars. I was following that road; very winding, making overtaking incredibly difficult.

One car tried to overtake, but had to return to its lane when it saw oncoming traffic. Another car tried the same thing, but couldn't get very far and rejoined the queue. I chuckled to myself, "Even I'm not trying to overtake, what are you guys doing?"

I waited for the right moment. I trusted that feeling: the sensation that would trigger my body to move forward. A few minutes later, when the feeling I was waiting for spread through my body and gave my limbs the signal, I began to undertake that seemingly impossible long overtake. Despite not being able to see around the curves and having to go through a short tunnel, I managed to pass the entire queue of cars in one go. I was driving an old car, but the result was safe.

What made me happy wasn't just being able to overtake the cars in one go, but knowing deep down that I wouldn't have an accident or die. This feeling of security, combined with the tranquility of the car's solitude, was a beautiful feeling that reminded me I wasn't truly alone. Interestingly, I know this feeling exists in everyone's soul. Because no accident happens just because without a reason.

Perhaps one day everyone will realize this divine intuition they possess. Because honestly, I wouldn't trade that feeling of trust for any material possession.