I’m sitting here and don’t feel like the usual blah-blah.
This word, this theme, has been on my plate a lot recently. One truth I’ve realized is that life is always a crossroads. You cross roads everyday. You cross paths, roads, with people either for a short time or a long time. No matter what experience you have, it usually involves at least one other human being.
A professor of mine once said that even if you become a hermit, you still need human contact in some form: you can’t provide everything for yourself. He was complaining about the over-commercialization of Christmas and even if you are a hermit, tucked in some cave in some obscure mountain region, you can never hide.
And the more I live, the more I agree.
People have been given the image of Robert Frost with roads not taken. True. Yet maybe the path isn’t the one for you now or you want another path that isn’t there right now. It has to be found in its own time.
Other people sometimes change your path for good or bad. Yet is it ever truly your path? No matter what you do, it involves other people.
You bring people, willingly or unwillingly, into your crossroads. People do the same with you.
Some people you wish to never see or hear from or hear about again and still you do. You have to learn to smile in the storm and just keep living. Cry if you need to but keep living.
Keep living. Keep living. Keep living. Keep living. Keep living.
Find those crossroads. They are always there. Keep living.