The road forks right by a small stand of pecan trees. At times, I take the left fork. Other times I take the right. It all depends on which way my whims blow.
But sometimes, just sometimes I take the overgrown, rutted road that lay between them.
It's seldom used, this road is, but not completely abandoned. We walk. Up the hill.
My dogs and me.
When I get to the top, it's like I'm completely alone in the world.
Nothing but the wind. The sounds of the factories in the distance. Trucks rumbling down the highway, out of sight. I revel in this brief moment of freedom.
And I wonder what would happen if I just kept walking. Left the job I despise. Left the demands that pull me in a hundred different directions. Left my responsibilities, and just kept walking.
Just me and my dogs.
But I know I can't do that. I know. So I sigh a little, and my shoulders slump ever so slightly, and I turn back.Back to the dirty house. The dishes that need washing. The laundry. The hungry mouths waiting to be fed.
Back to the sulky, sullen teenager I no longer know.
I trudge back down the hill. Back to my life. Back down the road lined with shattered dreams that I know now will never come true.
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I love the isolation!
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
(By Robert Frost)
Beautiful photos.
I was touched by your post. Sometimes when I am in the car alone, I think...What if I just keep driving?
I return to my dirty dishes and laundry too.
Never say never Becky, I still believe that dreams are possible; some of us just have to work a little harder, juggle a little more, even sacrifice a bit more, to make them happen.
Life was never supposed to be fair, but we always make time for what's truly important.
So what is your dream anyway? How would you spend your days, your waking hours, if money were not an issue? And what do we need to do to get you there? Elephants are best eaten one little bite at a time, by the way. ;-)
The best gift we can give the next generation is to create a life we love that they can model for their own paths.
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