Forward Movement

On most days, we live confronted by a myriad of roads. Roads marked by opportunities and intersections of decisions. Our journey takes us down slow lanes where we leisurely enjoy the view or places us in heavy congestion where we can’t breathe for the pollution and are eager to race home and wash away the day’s grime. Sometimes we ride merrily in the HOV lane with others who offer company on our trip. We choose where to go, what to take and whom to bring with us.

And then there are other days when the roads become one and the view ahead looks the same as the view behind. Choices become narrowed into a single tight dirt lane without signage. Crinkled coffee stained maps are blown out the window, fancy GPS systems don’t work and we shift into other gears. And yet with years of baggage and cherished keepsakes loaded in the trunk, we get up and get by and ultimately move on. Not because we’re brave or brilliantly make the right decision. Not because we perfected a new method of weighing pros and cons and evaluating possible outcomes. We simply move forward because we can’t turn around. We move on because that is the only choice.

And even when on this crumbling single lane hanging to the side of a mountain cliff, there is still room in the car for others. We’re guided by hope and together search for lost dreams on life’s remarkable journey regardless of the road and the destination.