I believe in the De Soto. The De Soto was a car popular in the days of the black and white television and AM radio. As I pass one of these majestic vehicles on my way to spend a night exploring the night life or going to the movies, I think of how this one, particular De Soto has seen many miles of asphalt since its manufactured date back in its glory days long before my own time. I also think of how this antique automobile, this inanimate object, has altered the perspective I have developed on my own life.
Being a senior in high school, I have realized that it is almost my time to roll off the assembly line, as this De Soto did in the 1950’s. I realize that after entering the “real world”, my odometer’s readings will continue to rack up the miles no matter how fast I go, what kind of roads I take, or how many stops I make along the way. Just as long as I keep fuel in the tank and the will to pull forward, I, too, will see many miles of ever-changing highways.
As I look at this De Soto’s remarkable condition, I make my own revelations on life. It is obvious that the owner of this vehicle, the owner before him, and the rest of the line of people who have owned this automobile since it was given birth many years ago in Detroit, have made wise choices in the way they handled the De Soto. Seeing this, I realize that only I am the only one who controls which way I steer my life. Only I am responsible for which turns I will someday make leading me to the exit of life’s interstate I hope to travel.
I compare my very life to this automobile. It is my life. To do with as I please and, with great care and wise decisions, I can also be as majestic and maintain a beautiful condition. Life is beauty, beauty is this car, this De Soto, and this is what I believe.