Life has its ways of playing tricks on you.
At one point you feel everything is slotting into place, things start working right for you.
You are loved.
Not only are you loved but your other half is the girl of your dreams. The one you’ve been fancying for the last couple of years.
Messages of love and affection are exchanged between you online.
So what if she lives overseas? Who cares?
Love knows no boundaries, right?
This is not just another relationship.
You know too well that you’re one of those guys who are, well, different. Unique, if you may say so.
So once you’ve found such a much which works on all levels – physically, mentally and, most importantly, spiritually – you’re grabbing it with both hands, not letting it slip.
When you were about four years old your parents gave you a helium balloon, dolphin-shaped, or something like that. They told you to tie it to your hand but you wouldn’t listen. When you lost grip of it, for one split second, it was too late…
Everything had been well planned. Your future had been almost crystal clear. At least to you. You would move together. Heck, you’d even named your future daughter.
And just as you’d completely succumbed to love and let yourself flow with it, almost helplessly…
In one instant, everything is shuttered. All Hell breaks loose and you’re left alone, trying to mend the pieces together. Feelings of self-pity give way to more practical thoughts of “What do I do next?”
One thing is certain – this can’t go on like that. No more.
In times like that I’m reminded of Robert Lee Frost’s insightful poem The Road Not Taken. I learnt it at High School and it’s still just as relevant now, almost 20 years later:
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 marked 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.
How about you?
What is your way?
What do you choose in times of trouble, fear, chaos?
Please share your thoughts in the comments…