Lately, I’ve found myself examining the journey I am making through this life… a journey we all share… but moreover one that we are all ultimately separate travelers in. You may be making your journey in similar directions as me, but from time to time we will no doubt lose line of sight, as we meander through the different paths we have chosen. At times those roads will travel in parallel with only a short distance between- other times the roads will take us in tangents off on our own … and still other times we’ll share the same road as we stroll along. To make life more interesting, we seldom can control the road others are taking any more than we can control the one we are taking. There are those in our lives that we wish were far from us… and those we wish were closer- but the roads continue to rumble along, over mountains and through hills… through rough patches and soft green grass… over pavement and through ravines.
At times we see others on their roads that do not see us on ours, and doubtless times that others are peering at us when we are not aware. Would we walk on the road differently if we knew others were watching? Strangers? Loved ones? Lost ones? Holy ones? How much of our travel is governed by what we THINK others THINK of us? Do we take roads because we feel we are expected to take them? I’ve countless taken roads like this- but – isn’t it the few roads Robert Frost coined “The Road Not Taken” that make life worth the experience it is? Isn’t it those occasional roads we depart on, where we know not the destination, but come to find we have deepened our own sense of direction on this path less taken? I don’t believe everyone is presented these rare roads often- perhaps only a few per lifetime. But when you really venture down one- confident of your adventure and savoring the experience whether good or bad- isn’t it these roads that keep us travelling on the highways of life – hoping to come across one such elusive “path diverged”?
I don’t pretend to know anything. In fact, the longer I live and the more I experience, the more I realize how little I know and how much I’ve not experienced. But I know this- I am on my road- some days I travel with the wind at my back and the sun beating across my face- and it is those moments on the road that I soak in and savor. Realizing my experience on this earth is brief, my road short, and my direction only partially within my control… perhaps I’ll see enough of the road, “somewhere ages and ages hence” … that I too will believe “that has made all the difference”.
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