The end is nothing, the road is all!

Who knew there were so many ways "roads" is intertwined into our live - literally, metaphorically, purposeful. I am thinking of this today and inspired by it, so I am sharing. This started from another documentary Sunday - The Way with Martin Sheen directed by Emilio Estevez.

I remember an "ah-ha" moment years ago, when I realised it was not about the destination but all about the journey. I was on a road trip, stressing about getting to where we going, excited for what we were going to do when we got there. When we got there, I found myself reflecting back on the journey and how fun that was. Never in the present. Ah-ha.

The road in our lives:
The high road, the open road, the road to hell, dignified road, road to the whitehouse, wrong road, road to nowhere, road not taken, road rage, fork in the road, its a long road, keep your eye on the road, hit the road, end of the road, all roads lead to rome, get the show on the road, road to recovery, where the rubber meets the road....

“If you don't know where you're going, any road will take you there.”
― George Harrison

“I probably did too much thinking in India. I blame it on the roads, for they were superb...”
― Robert Edison Fulton Jr.

Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality. Wake Up and Live!
Bob Marley

A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It's jolted by every pebble on the road.
Henry Ward Beecher

Friends are as companions on a journey, who ought to aid each other to persevere in the road to a happier life.
Pythagoras





Robert Frost:
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.

THE END IS NOTHING - THE ROAD IS ALL