Sunday Scribblings: Destination

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

For as long as I can remember, I always felt that finding my "destination" meant arriving at one physical place that would finally feel like home. It has taken some time and quite a few learning lessons but I now know that my destination was determined for me a long time ago. It's not something that I have to find. I simply have to trust this and keep blazing new paths. I've learned to trust the Universe more and more. Everyday, I dust off my passport and travel deeper in to myself. There was a time when I'd be walking on my path and come to another one. I couldn't trust where to walk. I was like a deer in the headlights. Now, I delight in the unknown destinations. I always pick the path less traveled because I know with all of it's high growing brush and prickly thorns, it will serve me well and present good lessons. These paths are unfolding my destination every day.

When I dropped my children off at the airport a week ago, I was thinking about the idea of destination. Where were all of these people going? Who were they going to see? Would they be met at the other side with a pair of loving arms and tears of happiness? So much metaphor at an airport. Runways are like paths. I just could not help but think of people and how they appear on our paths. Some come running across them like brilliant fireworks only to die out quickly and leave us. Others come in gently and stay for an eternity. It's all part of destiny and destination. We have to love it all. Every moment. Every person. Every tear of happiness. Every piece of heartache. This is all part of our destination.