Strolling down the less traveled path, often times there is a fork in the road ahead. The eyes can see it, the mind processes the information, weighing the options, left or right, but without any real visibility, it’s very hard to choose the better path. So one can close their eyes and hope for the best…or in other words hope they don’t make a big mistake. Humans have a way of assessing situations, where they relate to past personal experiences in order to process future events and outcomes. Their history tells them, based on whatever life they had ’till then, what is “wise” to do.
Some are conservative, not straying from the straight line in front of them even one inch, even if that may mean better, bigger things. No. Safe is good. It’s known, familiar, can’t come back to bite you. Except that the same ol’, same ol’ makes them lose sight of the very things they should remember to always value and teach their young about. Like respect for life. Like solid christian principles that make a child think twice before any action. Like loving thy neighbor, praising your friend, recognizing your foe for the good things they do. Like believing that the “right way” starts within, and that by being really true to oneself, one can be happy in the real sense of the word. For the only one that we can’t lie to, is ourself.
Some are progressive, skipping steps and hopping over all fences in their way. They are a mile away from every “last thing” they did. They grow no roots and have an “open mind” to anything that comes their way… They have no roots… They teach their children that they can do anything they set their minds to. They teach their children to soar, but give them no real place to land. And how long can one fly with tired wings? They forget that a good nest is more important and more defining than any set of wings. For a tired soul needs rest, at least from time to time… and how is a child to find rest if there is no base line to land on?
Some are neither conservative, nor progressive. They grow shallow roots, form the seeds of the oaks they have fed from as youngsters. They remember all the lessons. They know all the paths. They can see the future. They tell their children about it, keeping the history alive in the in their souls… But they are afraid to speak. For what good does it do to remind people of consequences, when all they want to see is their own bubble? These times will see no saints…
In the bubble everything is known, whichever type they are. The one common thing they all have is the way they all pass down their experience to their children. Not objectively, but through their own lens. The bendy willow will not break in the strongest of winds. And when the storms come we’ll shut our doors and windows, and only a faint howling will be heard. It will not touch us. And as it’s gone, we’ll re-open the door to whatever is left. Our house still stands. We’re fine.
The seasons of change have been circling above us for so long, like vultures, quiet and dark…maybe the time has come to believe again in humanity. To make sure that all is well secured before the storms start again. To help thy neighbor secure their belongings, for his children will be your children’s neighbors one day when you are gone, and together is a much friendlier word that alone… whatever the storm brings.