On the Roads Ahead

It is never that clear, never so straightforward. These roads we walk on our journey - through this only life we will ever have - are full of twists and turns, forks in the road and crossroads that have no sign or indication where they will lead. We walk on, sometimes in company; sometimes alone, only ever knowing that one day, one of these roads we are walking along will come to a dead end.

There are things to see, things to do, though, along all these roads. It is just a matter of learning the art of looking; learning how to see. Our eyes track movement and they track colour, but so often we do not see what we notice, just things we pass by as we walk this latest road, looking for that turn to take us to some special place we have heard about.

There are so many tales, stories, myths and legends about the wonders that lie on the roads ahead. Sometimes there are those who run right off the end of the road they are travelling in order to reach for some wonder, some paradise, others have told them of at some weary traveller’s resting place.

Others stand there, in the road, looking forward, looking back, peering over walls and under hedgerows; all looking for that one secret that will mean their road will never end, but it always does: often while they were too busy looking elsewhere along the side of the road, to see that the end was here.