Oh what a crush of People
Invisible, reborn
Make their way to into this garden
For their eternal rest
Every step we take on earth
Brings us to a new world
Every foot supported
On a floating bridge
I know there is no straight road
No straight road in this world
Only a giant labyrinth
Of intersecting crossroads
And steadily our feet
Keep walking and creating
Like enormous fans
These roads in embryo
Oh garden of white
Oh garden of all I am not
All I could
And should have been
I know there is no straight road
No straight road in this world
Only a giant labyrinth
Of intersecting crossroads
— Federico García Lorca, Floating Bridges
Oh, the twisting, turning road that brought us to here! We believe it would have been easier to have the straight path from there to here, and here to wherever there might be, but that’s not the life we humans have signed up for. We’re here to meander and discover the truth within us, the plot forever thickening, until one day we surprise even ourselves. All we can do is work to make it a real page-turner.
There are a few turns we ought to have made, it’s clear now. The road looked easier the other way. Easy, it turns out, wasn’t the road to take. Complexity may perplex and frustrate us, but we gain so much for having gone through it. Tell that to the person we once were, as if they’d listen! But that whisper applies to the road ahead, friend. Just what kind of life do we want to look back upon anyway?
We ought to glance back, but focus ahead. Remembering that we are not just travelers, but builders. We build our life with every choice, one action taken or deferred at a time. So move forward on the path we believe to be right, trusting the choice but verifying we tread on solid ground with each step.
Tempus fugit, friend. Look up and a third of the year has flown by. How are we filling the time? What kind of road are we on anyway? Knowing the truth that time reveals, be deliberate with these steps ahead, lest we lose the ripe potential of this time forever. There’s still so much yet to be revealed in this epic adventure we call our own. And the road never will be straight or clear. Doesn’t that make it a wonder?
