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There’s this wide road in an industrial area in the southernmost part of Malta, the island I grew up in, which was used as an entryway for container trucks during the week and became a car racing strip on weekends. It was also used by anyone wanting to learn how to drive.
I was still twelve, and my legs could hardly reach the pedals, no matter how forward I pushed the seat. In fact, I still remember the sound of shifting from first to second – it wasn’t a nice one. I was nervous, but so excited to have my hands on a steering wheel. It was a white 1977 Alfa Romeo Giulietta belonging to my cousin. It was a big moment. But also one that made it hard to wait until I was eighteen to start driving and have my own car. This was a necessity after all. I had to drive a car to go to work.
But, over time, driving changed its meaning for me. It was no longer just a way to get from one location to another. Now that I drive less often and have grown a love for classic cars, driving has evolved into something much more: a form of meditation.
Today, driving is my way to escape and reconnect. There’s something about the hum of the engine and the passing scenery that pulls me into the present. It’s a moment to unplug from the digital world, letting my mind clear as the road stretches ahead. Each mile seems to ease my thoughts, allowing a new perspective. Sometimes, solutions to problems I’m facing are just presented to me.
I’ve discovered that choosing the right route transforms a drive from mundane to magical. Roads with less traffic, scenic views, or winding paths that require focus make a difference. Although the coast offers better views, I prefer the countryside as it tends to be quieter during the day.
The right soundtrack helps too. I lean towards music if I’m already familiar with the road, ideally slightly slow in tempo. Familiarity demands less of my attention and the tempo fits the pace of the drive.
One of the most meaningful lessons I’ve learned is to let go of the idea of a set destination. The best drives are those without strict plans, where I can pause at a scenic overlook or take an unplanned turn. These moments remind me that slowing down is about moving forward with intention, although I do enjoy the occasional break before heading back.
Driving has become a simple ritual of finding stillness, a chance to go somewhere yet feel at peace wherever I am. To those seeking a mental reset, I say pick the right route, set the mood, and let the journey guide you.