Another Instance comes along. I wasn’t expecting it, as is often the case, ever unexpected because the unexpected has this tendency to confuse me and frustrate me. So this Instance, this Moment, comes along and in a most entirely unexpected way, I find myself propelled along the tunnel of it, moving along down this strangely lit hallway with a variety of doors to places I don’t know, with a lot of disorienting lights, and on the other end is this “Possibility,” whatever that is. This isn't how I planned things. I was just taking a drive.
Along this drive comes along this company of Potential, and I’ll tell you, I know a lot better than to let a Moment go, and so I went on this Adventure in the middle of nowhere, unaware, unknowing, un-expecting. I’m not a pessimist, but I almost wish I were so I would not have to yet again face the yes’s or the no’s of this possible or impossible thing. I never ask for this stuff to happen, but, dang it…
I anticipated little out of this drive considering I’ve been down so many roads and run out of gas for each. I thought I felt myself drifting onto a similar track, but it seemed the scenery was an awful lot different here. This was that aforementioned tunnel, all these lights I wasn’t sure I wanted to look at. The tunnel was dark and the Possibility hanging around at that other end was quite a distance away, and I wasn’t sure that I had to fuel to get me there. I wasn’t sure I wanted to try.
Thing is, along all those previous Instances were the spotless views of the place I thought I was going. The trees swayed in a subtle motion with these precious little clouds drifting above them and gliding forward in the direction I thought I wanted to go. But after gazing too long, I suppose it wore down the canvas, and the threads that held together that perfect landscape began to unravel into nothing.
Today I’m stopped along this tunnel, sort of thinking my options might look a lot nicer if I just put myself in reverse and gave myself no options at all. I'm not used to the blankness of it all, of the blank walls around me telling me nothing about the road I'm taking. So I think about turning around. I think that’d certainly be a lot easier, but I’m not sure my cowardice equates to cautiousness in this case.
I might take my foot off the gas. I might just see where this momentum takes me.