You may ask yourself, where does that highway go to? I honestly don’t know. Why don’t you take it and find out? Of course this reminds me of a poem and one of my favorite songs. What if Robert Frost helped pen the lyrics for the Talking Heads? I’m not saying he did, mind you, but let’s take a look at his poem shall we.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I want you to think about the road you have taken. I’m sure it has made all the difference in your life. Seriously. Do not begrudge where you are because you are exactly where you are meant to be. Sometimes, we need reminding of that. I’ll let my friend remind you of that again here:
Same as it ever was…time isn’t holding us, time isn’t after us.
“Time = Life, Therefore, waste your time and waste of your life, or master your time and master your life.” ~Alan Lakein