
It’s hard to know if you are on the right path, moving in the right direction, doing the right thing. I move in circles a lot, pondering this question, wondering. Of course, there is no answer, you can’t know the answer until you get where you are going, and then it is too late to ask the question.
Along the way we make a million choices, each one a pebble in our path, some round and pretty, some jagged, sharp, occasionally painful. But each one is ours, we claim them with every step we take, whether on tiptoes with trepidation, or running full steam steam ahead, hair streaming out behind us. Choices, always, choices. This or that, here or there, today or tomorrow.
It’s enough to make you stand still, sometimes. Afraid.
But that doesn’t work either, at least not for me. I can’t just stand here, wasting time, wasting life, wasting possibility. I prefer to be in motion, even if I go the wrong way, get lost sometimes, even if I am forced to retrace my steps. Getting lost isn’t the worst thing that can happen. Neither is falling down. Fear is not the only option.
Pick some flowers along the way, breathe in their scent. Look up at the sky, watch the sun rise and set, find the moon nestled in the stars, listen to the trees as they sway in the breeze. Look around you, outside yourself, find all that is there, waiting. Find the joy and the wonder and the things that make you smile. Look for the signs.
Nobody has a map of life. No one knows exactly where they will end up.
But along the way, don’t forget to watch where you are going.
You might just see the most beautiful thing.