There lay the road before me, a seemingly endless ribbon of asphalt disappearing into the horizon.
I had always drawn to it, for adventure and freedom had long been its promises. So, with the excitement mixed with a small dose of anxiety, I set off on my journey. Where did the road take me? What wonders and challenges lay ahead? With a smooth glide into the driver’s seat, turning easy of the ignition key and pump of the gas, the motor came to life. I was my way to places unexplored.
The scenery kept on changing with the very landscape of cities yielding to rolling hills and beautiful forests along the way.
I was astonished with how beautiful nature is, thanks to getting to witness all this up close. The road had twisted itself through mountains and valleys with sparkling lakes and rushing rivers. I made stops everywhere to see the beautiful scenes from scenic overlooks and then took pictures, seeing everything my trip might have wanted.
The peacefulness just settled over me when sunset came down, casting a golden light all over the landscape. Road had become my home; I was happy just to wander where it could take me.
The Road Less Traveled
Days passed, and I was drawn to the road less traveled. Off the main highway, on dusty side roads, to secret corners of the country, I wandered. It became increasingly rugged and inaccessible, with towering cliffs and deep canyons.
I met all sorts of characters with their own stories to tell.
There was the grizzled old truck driver spinning tales of his adventures on the open road. There was the young family who invited me to share a meal and swap stories over the campfire.
Voyaging, I understood that the street wasn’t simply a way to get starting with one spot then onto the next yet an excursion of revelation a way twisting through the human experience.
The Way to Self-Disclosure
As I drove, I began to think about my life and experiences. The road stretched out before me like a metaphor for my own path: winding and uncertain.
I began contemplating my decisions, open doors I took, and botches I gained from.
It occurred to me that the street was an excursion of miles as well as an excursion of self-revelation.
The passing mile starts to make a road feel clearer and in the correct direction as if the highway is guiding me to finding out deep insight about my self and what place that I hold in this world.
Road Ahead
It is so hard closing the highway; I am feeling emptiness and sorrow.
So much was the life the road had become a home, the freedom it granted, the adventure, it had grown to represent in my mind.
Yet as I gazed out across the open plain, I knew there were many roads yet ahead and many journeys still to be taken. The road before me stretched out into promise and possibility.
I was smiling to myself, knowing I’ll always be drawn towards that open road, towards that promise of adventure and discovery. The road changed me, but it gave me a gift: the gift of wanderlust, this very desire to explore and discover the world around me.
