Are You Going My Way?

It has been quite a while since I have last written something on this little blog. Just when I though I have finally run out of ideas, here comes one popping in my head not so long ago.

I imagine life a a huge maze of roads and intersections. I think it is a rather apt description of life. At some points in life we have to make some decisions, to decide which intersection to take next and travel along.

Some roads may be dark. Some roads may have huge big neon lights tempting you to move on in that path. Some roads lead to paradise, others to hell. Some roads are laden with detours, tempting you to turn back. Some roads are so long that the 'next exit' is probably miles and miles away.

It makes a lot of sense too, when I put it that the more travelled roads are well lit with obvious signs pointing the directions. The road is probably well paved (minus the occasional pot hole or two) and has a lot of traffic. Everyone takes the highway because every other vehicle of life seems to go that way too. Following the crowd cannot be far wrong right?

As we all embark on this journey on the highway, we will notice the different pace. Some just choose to be speed-demons whizzing down the fast track. Getting to the destination as fast as possible. They have to risk a lot of things and be very careful, lest they crash and burn. Others, choose the leisurely drive, probably thinking in their heads "What in the world are they rushing for?"

The highway of life is also well furbished. Lots of rest points, pterol stations and even an emergency tow-truck service. Plenty of destination points in which we can choose to exit as we like, never at once feeling lost. I suppose, it is well furbished because it has to cater to that many people choosing to travel that way?

Then of course, there are the less travelled roads. The little mountain trek that is less cultivated. Most travellers that way will inevitably feel lost. The raods are wearisome. It takes a powerful vehicle and plenty of caution to not get caught in a mudpool. There are precious few facilities and most of the time, we navigate in the dark. Detours and exits are few and far between. Sometimes, it is so dark, that we cannot see the light of destination.

Travelling these paths are difficult, but I think if we are able to sit back and savour the many wonderful sights and experience, it serves to renew our resolve to trudge on forward. Those travelling the highway will never get to see what we have seen.

I wonder, if these less travelled roads, if it starts generating more traffic, would it one day be cultivated and built into a proper pathway? Afterall, the more people choose to travel that way, the better mapped it will be.

As a parting note:

"Do man make the roads, or do the roads make the man?"

We travel on. By the way, if you're going my way, could I catch a ride?