Life is a Journey

Yesterday, I was reminded life is a long and uncertain journey.  There many roads we may take, there are super highways, divided highways, main roads, small roads, paths and trails.  Each has its own twists and turns, but for us the final destination is certain, it is only the rest stops that are in question.

It is the choice of your roads that will, in the end, make the final determination on how you, and the life you live, will turn out.  In today’s world we seem to be crowding more and more onto that super highway that seems to lead in a straight line quickly to some perceived destinations, but in reality they are mirages.  For as you approach - they disappear, and some new illusion takes its place.

If we spend all our time on the super highways of life do we really see life, or do we see only the billboards of what life has to offer?

So much of who we are seems to be governed by the choice of road we drive.  The words of Robert Frost’s poem “The Road Not Taken” ring quietly in my mind.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.