Greenlights

by Matthew McConaughey

allows, I was ready to be the boss of me, the one to blame and acquit, I needed to own that it was my hands on the steering wheel. Tired of letting myself off the hook on easy street, I was done with unearned forgiveness, feigned compassion, the protocol of manners and graces, and self-indulgent sentiment. Livin for tomorrow when we might just all be racing to the red light seemed like a fool’s errand. Brave enough to say it’s on me and me only in my prayers, but still scared enough to keep praying, I gave credit to the notion that it might all be for nothing, and I quit doing it for something. “If you are there, God,” I prayed, “I hope you appreciate a man who won’t retreat from the sweat it takes to gain self-determination. I hope you will reward a man who has decided to quit hiding behind the fatal blind belief that it’s all in your hands.”