Life's highway

The road is never ending and the journey is long. But sooner or later I'm going to reach a town that I like, a city that's bigger than life or a village that's cozy enough for my imagination. But  your eyes can only see so far ahead and the beyond is unknown. That tar road before me is paved out, it's guided, it's my yellow brick road. But even Alice had a destination, a place she desperately wanted to reach. But what's more important to you? How fast you get there? Or the means which it took you to get there?

The people she met throughout her journey were the reason we loved watching her find her way through the forest.

It's the reason I continue picking up hitchhikers without fear of danger or the pain they could bring because it's the risk I take for the rush of joy. There's just a gush of energy that comes with a shared passion for life. If you're not out there living it, how will you ever arrive anywhere deemed worthy enough for living?Building a life?

One day when my my bones are weak, limbs lame, my eyes blurry and my hearing impaired all I will have are my memories. Ingrained in my strongest gift, my ability of thought, the library of my past, banks of imaginations and capsule of life...all I will have to pack in a suitcase with my soul will be my memories. Should I not pack as much as I can now? Because from experience I've learned that the only thing that easy about packing last minute is that it's unprepared and usually missing my toothbrush. I end up having to settle for one my teeth aren't particularly fond of. And in my last years of light I'd prefer to be comfortable than wonder everyday of "what if's....what could have's....what should have's" and where is my toothbrush.

So although driving in the dark isn't for everyone, at least once a day we have to and it's only if you have faith that the road will take you where you want to go will you tread with 20percent caution and 80percent confidence.