Beyond the scope of Rand McNally
Some roads are long and the only way to know where they end is to keep walking until they do.
Not everyone walks that long.
There are folks who grow weary of the terrain, or distracted by the roadside attractions along the way. They stop, thinking it will only be for a moment, but the next thing they know years have flown by, and the road is lost.
I think the saddest roads are the roads of regret, of wondering what could have been if only.
Sometimes roads seems to go forever. They stroll through valleys, they climb mountains, they wind through forests, they meander through deserts. There is joy in the journey, but also pain and sometimes boredom. One day there are so many sweet berries to pick by the roadside that you’re sure you’re going to pop because you’re so full, and a week later hunger gnaws as your vision grows foggy due to lack of fuel.
But as long as there’s a road in front of you, it isn’t time to quit. One foot in front of the other, onward.
Nobody tells you what to do when the road stops abruptly but you know the journey isn’t over.
Your face is set forward. There is no turning around, no back tracking.
There are no footprints to indicate a potential path in front of you. There are no road signs to direct your attention to the next steps.
It is terribly lonely and deafeningly quiet at the end of the road.
There is nothing to do but watch and wait and pinch yourself awake as you listen for the sound of the call forward or for the opening of a new path.