a road less travelled

Its unimagineable at any stage that one might assume anything linear about life. Life is many things. And even though ones perception might engage a road ahead with blinkers on, the reality remains multi-dimensional and filled with approaches and influences, bouncing back and fro like a rubberized object of some thought-out game of strategy that almost always disperses a number of surprises ahead of time. Inevitably the plan is constantly altered. A flexible dynamic, misleading the misled. The challenge of reinvention is a constant threat to complacency. That is, of course, unless we blindly choose to ignore it. Then complacency is a bitter transition to self-destruction on a road of broken-spirited disappointment, fear, pain and anger.

The reward at the end of it all is a mangled soul carried up to absolutely any heaven other than the hell of a time on earth.

Unless the road is a less-travelled one.

Then, the traveller can rest at a destiny sweeter than the most heightened soul can construe!