Thursday, December 31, 2009
The Old Year's Journey
Looking back over time, for some of us, this year was an arduous mountain to climb with no promise of a better view at the top. We were given the task of keeping one foot in front of the other with the only assurance that it could not go on forever. For others of us, this year was a swamp to slog through with pockets of quicksand that were eager to pull us down and each effort was accompanied by biting gnats that gave us no peace.
The smart ones among us saw only a morning with a fresh start and they inhaled the breezes that crossed the mountain trail seeing the beauty of new beginnings. Or perhaps, smiling through the parting swamp grass noticing the small birds that were being fed by those annoying gnats.
If you looked into the eyes of the smart ones you saw they offered you a hand and reminded you it is the journey itself that must be treasured, because the destination comes to us whether we stop and quit or go on and enjoy the trip.
(As an oddity, this is my 800th post today.)