When I started this journey I
thought it to be a mountain track but I now realise it's an
internal journey also. I started off full of excitement and
vibrancy. My mind was high and the spirit too - blisters
aching but still bright and positive. They say there's never a
straight road because as I continued on with my friends I
became weary and battle scarred. I'm wilted and forlorn. I'm
so fed up. I want to go to bed but I won't. I shall wait till
sleep grabs me. My mood is like the weather, never stagnant,
never still. I will be bright, I will be dull, I will be sad,
I will be happy. This is myself. I'm wondering at the end of
this journey will I be feeling happier?
Life is like a journey. We
travel through different terrain at different times. The path
can change at any time, being stony or clear and we as
travellers must try to keep to the path and hold on
steadfastly, no matter how difficult the terrain but alas at
times it cannot be done. We fall by the wayside.
Life at times is just too much.
There may be no one to turn to - we feel we don't belong
anywhere - like an alien species -it would be easier if we
didn't have 'feelings' attached to a brain. Then we would
travel easier and keep to the path but, being human, we will
(some of us) trip - many times and are brought down by our
excess baggage of the mind. We will find however that if we
pull ourselves reverently back to the path of life - that we
will notice that most times we are a little stronger than
before - which shows that all was not in vain as we have
gained strength and experience by our fallings.
