I have always been a “wanderer”; thinking of what could have been and what may be. What would have happened if I had not come to Canada? What kinds of friends would I have? Would my character still be the same? What if I went to a different school or moved to a different city? What if I took a different degree or a different job? It all comes down to am I going in the right direction or am I so far off my course that there is no way to go back?
Maybe our path is so simple. Maybe we each only have two. One we are born with and one is a blaze. One is natural and one is perceptive. How do you choose? A path is an interesting thing. When you grow familiar with one, there comes a sense of knowledge. Familiarity. It is perfect and contours to your experiences and goes around obstacles.
The journey down the paths we take can be interesting. We are trying to reach some ending line perhaps? Maybe we don’t even follow the path; maybe we are deep in some far away distance where nothing and no one can get to us. All I know is this path is not on any map.
Are we choosing our paths, or are our paths choosing us? Even while I stand still, is there movement happening within me? Is it happening around me? And what about when someone is telling you where to go? Sometimes in life we are given our goals. Someone tells us this is success my friend, go this way. Our family, our culture, or even this generation. Sometimes your circumstances are handed to you at birth, and to me, that is the saddest way to live. Can we make our own path instead of following the ones set in front of us? I think so…
Your path will be winding, dangerous at times, and crooked. Don’t doubt that. But I also think it will give you an amazing view. And if you’re lucky, sometimes your path will raise you above the clouds.
Everyday you are making progress. Every step. You must be willing to step forward to have the life you’ve been waiting for. We never know what’s around the corner and it makes no difference because all you can do is keep moving forward. What lies ahead could be everything, or it could be nothing.
I think that there is no wrong turn. I think no matter what we are always guided where we are meant to go. There are paths we are familiar with and there are some we did not expect we were meant to walk. I think you know you’re going the right way when you finally ignore fear and you have the courage to risk mistakes. When you’re on that path, run, run, and run until your legs are numb and you’re out of breath. Run until you have reached the very end.
Believe me when I say this, we are all on this journey called life and no matter what you tell me, I think we all have one thing in common. We are all hoping, against all odds, against all love, despair, pain, and struggle – that we find ourselves.