Diverging roads

If you were on a road to your destiny, but were forced to diverge from the ‘right’ lane, would you take a chance and just give in? In a world where life allows you to choose the path through your personal labyrinth, it sometimes takes a minute or two, or even a lifetime before you realize that you’ve taken the wrong deviation. Even then, how long is it before we realize that there is a way back? How long does it take for us to find the right way back?

I wonder if we choose the path or if the path chooses us…if we lose track once in a while, does life create ‘return lanes’ for those who simply didn’t know?

When the skies are grey and you can’t see the road ahead clearly, should you take a chance and drive in as if you knew the way, or should you always stop on the emergency lane and reflect before you act? At times however, it seems as though taking the ‘wrong’ path is not necessarily a bad idea; the landscape may be more intriguing, the roads easier to follow and even the destination may seem closer. The wrong path can sometimes even trick us into believing that it’s the true route to choose. I wonder though if the novices on the road get a second chance if they take a turn a little too early …if you don’t have a map of life on your hands, is it really your fault if you choose the lane that seems like the best route to your destination point?

If I were to choose, I too would take the road that seems more enjoyable; why not? If life is your conductor and you’re just in for the ride, why not enjoy every minute of it? What is the point of reaching your destination (or destiny) as fast as possible, if it’s all over once you’re there?