I admit, there’s something exciting about standing at the edge of the cliff now knowing weather the wind will push you right off the edge or a friend will pull you back. Ok ok, perhaps I could come up with a better metaphor that will not make you guys think that I’m trying to kill myself. Let me rephrase:

I admit, there’s something exciting about standing at crossroads where two different paths will lead you at two different places entirely. Like Robert Frost said in the road not taken, I am at crossroads. Part excitement and part fear is fuelling my adrenaline rush, pushing and spurring me on to make my decision.

Every path I left behind me I leave my footsteps as memories with random strangers I met, greet and left behind in my journey. True, there have been some that were loyal and stuck through me through every path I made trusting me to make the right decisions on this unknown journey. However, these people are rare and I leave more people then meeting the few singular faithful ones.

And perhaps there were times where I could have wandered down the wrong path filled with prickly bushes and unknown mysterious that could have devoured me whole and lead me astray. But often enough, god loves me to have a kind stranger call out to me and make me realize my foolishness. Better be safe than sorry in this journey, I say.

Yes. I believe that I will probably only take this path once because knowing how way leads on to way, I will probably never be at the same crossroad. And I wonder, will I meet interesting people on this road? Will I feel the hardship of being thirsty and have thorns stuck onto my palms. Will I get blisters from walking too much?

Oh, I am at crossroads and I am embracing it wholeheartedly.