Crossroads

Lately, Ive been feeling that Im losing in this race. That Im really not running the grand prix and im just part of the little side races... saling kit. Now, considering that Im already dead tired, Ive been feeling overwhelmed by the image that all the efforts that ive exerted may not amount to nothing in the big picture.

Now, in one of the past races that ive joined, i have met quite a few travellers. We were together for quite a while, and we were happy. We exchanged war stories, and to risk sounding mushy, we shared fuel. But on few of the branching roads, we parted. They chose their road, i chose mine. We started out on parallel roads but you know the nature of roads, the branches grow branches. And although the direction we were taking were the same and the roads were pretty much parallel, bushes eventually grew between the roads. You get the occasional shouts, but you never really saw the person on the other side.

What does this post get down to? Yesterday, the roads we were taking converged once again. Friends came from mountain tracks, crossed seas, took a bridge, all of them quite literally. And yesterday, we shared food, fuel and warmth. And for one night, we were quite happy to put up our feet, 8 people crammed together in one small car (again, im being literal here)and drove to the next pit stop.

Now, tired, exhausted but not beaten, im happy to pick up where I left off. I may not be part of the big race and I sure will take a long time to get to that finish line but Im happy. Because here in the side races, I can safely take a break without fearing that ill be part of a major highway accident.