I have found the road and now I must make my choice, do I have the strength to walk upon it or will the fear inside steer me back towards the river. The road untraveled lies ahead, awaiting a decision, a single step sending me on a new course, down the uncharted blacktop, the desert for company, with a break in the clouds showing me that coveted cerulean view, the window to all that is possible.
For so long I floated on the river, letting the vagaries of faith decide my destination, the burden of decision surrendered willingly for fear was my ferryman and I just a passenger. The craft in which I drifted did not belong to me but I had entered it of my own free will and that in it's self was a choice, one made by me, though a score of years had to pass for me to recognize it as such.
The test of my fortitude. My driftwood existence has come to an end and I find the earth beneath me. It feels good to stand on my own two feet again. The question: Do I have the capacity for change? Am I to willing to surrender my free will and dive head first back into the river and continue my aimless floating on the surface of life; or do I place that first step upon the road.
The road beckons and I step forward, bare feet feeling the warm road beneath me, the gentle breeze blowing the red desert sands from the rocky soil that will be my companion for now as there is nothing much growing in this land, but the road winds through it and recedes off into the distance, the clouds on the horizon are dark and formidable. That storm is far from here, in the direction I must travel, but for now I am content to take one small step after another, slowly moving from my old life in the direction of my new one. And there it is again, a break in the clouds, the sun pouring through it from the cerulean view beyond.
Signs and portents. A good omen. A smile on my face, I stride forward.
1 comment:
That was fantastic, is that part of the book? Griping stuff.
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