The Path Of Life

It just occurred to me… have you ever noticed how many path/road metaphors and proverbs there are?

Like “when you come to a fork in the road,” or “sometimes the road is bumpy,” or “the road to hell is paved with good intensions,” or “all roads lead to Rome.”

Well I have a new one. It’s probably not new, because nothing is really. Every little thing has its origins somewhere else, somewhere deeper, somewhere much earlier. Origins could be from childhood, an old Celtic myth, or even from Herald the hermit who lives in Canada. I just suddenly feel like writing about that path.

It’s easiest just to move along, and not look back. Hmm, actually the easiest thing is probably just to lie down in the dusty road. For me, the horizon silently swallows up the path behind me, unless I do something about it. I have to pay attention to my surroundings, my emotions, and my past.

Always remember the turns you have made, where you stumbled, who you met along the way, and which paths crossed with yours… that in turn will help you find out where you are. By remembering, you can go further. Remember the good and the painful.

You can never know where you are going or what the future is going to bring. You can be more prepared, though. You can accept, enjoy, and recognize the things in front of you that are really something special, something beautiful, if you have seen what has come in the past. If you don’t pay attention, you can miss a moment, and let it go by, not notice it, not think about it, because you weren’t paying attention.

History repeats itself, right? So by remembering more deliberately, you can find your path, rather than having the horizon behind you swallow it up. If you let it get swallowed up, you lose it.

I don’t look too far ahead, but I watch, and listen, and remember. I remember where I came from… and I keep walking to learn why.