Is it just a natural instinct to want to run in front of a moving car?

The birds do it all the time.
They spread their wings and  embrace the fall.
They glide gracefully and spin in midair as if it's fun.
The birds, with their colors that may have been once vibrant but now are dull ,could fly so high but they decide to fly so low.

So when I look upon the cars driving by fast is it depression or am I just a  bird? I long to open my wings and feel that rush as I float in front of that car.   My feathered wing brushing the front of that car seconds from death...

Then to pick myself up and fly high once again.