Short Prose: Roads

I write, as I'm on the road.

Before we had roads, we traveled across wilderness on foot or by horse. When those paths are traveled over and over again, they become trails. And when many many people go through it many many times, we built a road over the trail to smoothen our journey. We've came up with various "roads" to overcome various terrains and obstacles -mountains and valleys, desserts and forests- so we can get anywhere from Point A to Point B. All we need is a map or perhaps a GPS, for those of us who are directionally challenged!

But even with roads, maps and GPS, a journey can still be difficult and unbearable. Sometimes, we'd have to travel on gravel and dirt road because there simply isn't an alternative. Other times the road could just be too long to walk, the destination too far. Our shoes wear down, as do our spirits. Fatigue sets in and frustration seeps out. And of course, there're also the occasional thunderstorms and snow blizzard, or perhaps a traffic jam that robs away any remaining positivity we have...

But hey, as long as we are on the right road! Just take a look back, and we'll find ourselves coming a long way from where we started. We just need to re-focus and think about our values; we chose to go on such journey because we believed in greater things in store at our destination; this makes everything else secondary.

Whether you are walking down the asphalt road or the metaphoric road of life, remember to take breaks, and perhaps wonder off a lil to explore the peripherals.

So, let's take a walk...