After a little bit of thought I have come to the conclusion that life is a lot like driving, We are all drivers. Some of us like have a GPS telling what to do all the time and then there are those who prefer to be the ones holding the map. Like driving, life often comes with backseat drivers. At times we all have to stop and refuel and examine where we are. There are detours and construction along the way. There are fun stops that etch memories that last a life time. You are cruising a hundred miles an hour on the freeway one moment and then the next you are on route 66 taking all the time in the world.
There are those tough times when the road gets bumpy or comes to a dead end. There are times when we can sit back and put on auto control. The road can be flat and stretch miles in front of us all laid out and smooth and then there is the times when you come up against a huge hill and have to turn everything off to help insure that you make it and don't over heat. Life throws you curves and so does the road. Many of us like driving through mountains driving high and on the edge others prefer driving as low in altitude as humanly possible.
And then there are the forks in the road, decision time. Which way do you go? Sometimes we are already know which way we are going to go, and then there are times the decision isn't so obvious and takes some thought. Do I take the road that goes through the dark scary forest or the one that goes through the pretty meadow. But whats beyond that meadow or scary forest. Will I emerge from the forest stronger then when I went in or will it just wear me out or do I get lost or trapped.Or is there something worth while on the other side. Or on the other hand does the pretty meadow make me relax and weak or distract me from the road and make me loose site of the destination. Or is the meadow all that it seems. Is the fork on the map and does it tell me which way to go to get me to my destination or is this where the map ends?
As you can probably tell I am at fork in the road. I don't know what to do or where to go. I have an ultimate destination, but don't know how to get there. As I stare at the current map i hold in my hands i wonder if that truly what I want and can't help but feel empty. I don't know what sites I want to see a long the way or what I want to do. I know I have to make a decision, believe me I know. I am open for suggestions but in the end the decision has to be mine, after all I am the driver. The windows are rolled up, cruise control is off and hands are firm on the wheel all I am waiting for is a decision to be made about the fork in the road.
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Roads themselves are merely another type of map. And maps can indeed help us find our destination. Remember the sign your Mother had in the kitchen; “It’s not so much about arriving at the destination as it is the trip to get there”. As you so very eloquently said even when we have a destination in mind there are multiple paths to get us there. Sometimes you need to just “roll down the window, crank up the radio and head down the road with the sun in your face and the wind in your hair”. What’s the worse that happens? You decide that this road isn’t getting you where you want to go, so you drop it into “Granny Low”, kick in the four wheel drive and make your own road. Roads may be cast in stone and most people choose to follow one but the truly strong forge their own and make their world what they want it to be… You have that strength, never forget that. That does not mean you won’t get stuck sometimes but that’s why you have a family to help when you need it.
Deep stuff kiddo. Of course my suggestion is going to be art school in San Francisco or building orphanages in Kenya. And don't forget that there are times where you end up somewhere, you know you were driving, but don't know how you got there.
Miqui - good for you for taking the time to stop at the fork and give it some thought. Lots of people just blow on by on autopilot.
Frankly I wouldnt even try to add to what Kent says - his wisdom is dead on. Im happy you have that support and grateful as well. Stay sweet kiddo and read his comment often. In fact, print it out so you can. For whatever its worth, Thank you Kent. You are a good man and a good dad.
you know what I love about forks? Forks help us eat. I love to eat...
Wait, you were talking about a different kind of fork weren't you?
you go, you little veternarian you!
Maybe you'll learn how to spell it before your sister the teacher does. :)
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