The car. You are driving the car. You are behind the wheel. Sometimes you wonder if the car is driving you. And just how did you get here? In this car, this moment, this wheel?
Was some of this "predetermined?" Was it inevitable? Sort of like destiny? Those decisions you made, just how decisive where they? And could things be different? Could everything be different?
And the wheel. Do you need to keep you hands on the wheel? Does it really matter? Do you let go? And see what happens? And was that part of the story from the start? You let go the wheel, and it's hard to tell one way or another.