Part of living life is knowing when you find a goal worth pursuing. Not every road is meant for you. But sometimes one might just kind of appear from behind a tree as you are walking along and take you by surprise. In such a case, it is wise to analyze the quality of the road to determine how safe it is, how old it is, and how promising it might be in terms of where it might lead you to. Stumbling on to such a path is not an accident. People spend their lives looking at maps and following GPS instructions. To just to "happen" to come upon a path/road not on the map that had not been spotted before is quite the serendipitous moment. Most likely, the creator knew that was the perfect road for you. It just had to be encountered at the right time, and at the correct fork in the road or perhaps you would not have seen it.
It this metaphor, we see the rising of unexpected opportunity. Such will come in one of several forms for you. May you have the intuition to recognize it when it arrives, the wisdom to choose to walk down that path, and the faith in God to take a chance. Venturing from the familiar into the unfamiliar can be scary for some people (yet for some of us, we thrive on looking for these unusual opportunities).
Your path is coming. Are you ready?
Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.
1. The Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20
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