π The Roads We Never Walk
Every life is built from choices.
Some are dramatic.
Some barely seem important at the time.
Turn here.
Wait there.
Say yes.
Say no.
Stay.
Leave.
Speak.
Remain silent.
And then, quietly, one road becomes our road...
while a thousand others disappear behind us.
We sometimes imagine those vanished roads.
What if I had taken that job?
What if I had stayed?
What if I had left sooner?
What if I had met that person ten years earlier?
What if I had listened?
What if I had known then what I know now?
The mind is very good at building alternate Yellow Brick Roads.
Some lead to better places.
Some lead to worse ones.
Most lead somewhere we can never truly know.
And that is where regret becomes dangerous.
Because the road we imagine is always edited.
We see the opportunity we missed.
We rarely see the potholes.
We imagine the love that might have lasted.
We do not see the argument that might have ended it.
We imagine the success.
We do not see the price.
The road not taken has one enormous advantage:
we never had to actually walk it.
So it remains perfect in imagination.
The road beneath our feet is different.
It gets muddy.
It bends.
Sometimes it vanishes into fog.
Sometimes the bricks are cracked.
Sometimes we discover that the sign we trusted was wrong.
But it is real.
And real roads teach lessons imaginary ones cannot.
They teach endurance.
Humility.
Discernment.
Patience.
Forgiveness.
Faith.
And perhaps one of the hardest lessons of all:
We do not need to know where every other road would have gone.
We only need enough light for the next step.
That has always been one of the quiet truths of the Yellow Brick Road.
Dorothy never had the whole map.
Neither did the Scarecrow.
The Tin Man did not know every danger ahead.
The Lion certainly did not feel ready for all of them.
They simply kept walking.
One brick.
Then another.
And another.
We spend so much time wishing we could see farther.
But perhaps the gift is not always a better map.
Sometimes the gift is simply enough courage to keep moving when the map runs out.
There will always be roads we did not take.
Doors we never opened.
Futures we never lived.
But there is still one road beneath our feet.
And today...
that is enough.
π
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