A Road That Hasn't Been Built Yet

I used to travel the same well worn road that everyone else took. It was easy. It was average. Most of all, it was incredibly boring. I remember when I used to walk that road, that every now and then I’d catch a glimpse of someone else walking through the woods beside my road. They were on their own. They were adventurous. They were trailblazers. They had a machete, and they chopped down all high barriers in front of them.

Meanwhile, I kept to my own road. After all, it was safer. The checkpoints were obvious and predictable. I knew what I needed to do to get to each one, because I had seen others before me hit them.

I noticed, however, that I wasn’t really standing out, so I decided to start running down the road. But running down that same road didn’t really give me much peace either. I still hit the same checkpoints, but just a little quicker. I also missed a few along the way, which caused a lot of fear in me.

I finally realized that the road I was walking wasn’t really working for me. I could feel just as much fear on that ‘safe’ road as I could making my own.

So I finally left that main road and started walking my own path. It was tiring. It was unpaved, but it was on my own. I get to make it. That’s the road I’m currently walking right now.