sometimes there are moments when i feel lost. the path that i am on forks, and not just once but i come to a crossroads with multiple forks and signs. some are clear and well worn, some appear to be new and freshly made, and others are rough and seldom used. i check my tools of navigation but can't seem to get a bearing on my compass, and this crossroads isn't on my map...waves of uncertainty followed by anxiety creep upon me. i do nothing. i stand there, dumb...unable to make a decision, or even formulate an educated guess on which way to go. time begins to speed up as i sand there, all of the possible scenarios playing out over and over in my head. now my inactivity is overwhelming me...make a decision! but i cant...i can hear others approaching me from where i came, so i look preoccupied and busy myself with my useless map. the others pass me by as i appear too busy to be engaged with, and i too proud to ask. the others consult not and speed down different paths, some on the worn and clearly marked, others down the new and then rough paths. none looking back to the crossroads nor returning. i watch as they disappear and their sounds soon vanish as my whirling thoughts creep back and overtake me once again. i look for a sign, for a sense of wisdom on a decision, any decision...
faith. faith in my ability to choose. faith in knowing that any choice i make will be a good one, even though i may trip and fall or reach a dead end and need to retrace some steps before reaching my desired destination. faith to overcome the fear. i calm my thoughts. i make my decision. i charge forward, knowing that no matter my direction, i will come to a destination, my destination, the right destination and that the journey there will be an adventure, and full of crossroads, many like this one i am leaving behind...
