All roads lead somewhere. When I'm driving all alone in the dark, I sometimes have to remind myself that I know where I am, I'm here, right where I'm supposed to be. And even if I'm not, even if by some twist of fate or missed turn I've ended up somewhere strange, there was never a road built that didn't lead somewhere. Somewhere along the line, there will always be a house or a town where I can reorient myself and get home. Because all roads lead somewhere.
Right?
The road twists and turns, onward and upward, sideways or downhill. Continuing into the eternity of what lies just beyond my vision, the only thing that's real to me is the road and the halo of light that illuminates it. Everything else is black, engulfed in darkness. I can barely see a meter to either side of the car. I wouldn't dare become anxious, though. What a silly thing, to be afraid of a road, for don't all roads lead somewhere? Isn't this very road leading me somewhere? Taking me there? Because somewhere is better than nowhere, and anywhere is better than moving aimlessly, endlessly, inescapably. And what road has ever been made that didn't have an end, a final destination? So I push forward, into that eternity of darkness with its endless twists and turns. Because all roads lead somewhere. Don't they?

