The road we choose to travel is there to teach us a lesson of some sort or another. Well, I don't recall choosing the road littered with pot-holes. That is the road, however, I have travelled. Why didn't I just turn back? Take a detour? Turn my hazards on and wait for someone to rescue me? I don't have answers to those questions. I just continue to hold on to hope that I am nearing the end of this bumpy road. I know I must be getting close - I can feel the anticipation of relief. I have persevered and triumphed over this God-forsaken fork in the road.
My journey was not in vain...it was for a power much higher than myself. Something so much bigger than I am. A force so strong that I knew taking the easy way out was not an option.
I have learned much about myself along this little trip...I am a fighter, I am determined, I am prideful. I have learned to give when necessary to benefit others. And I have learned to stand my ground when giving for others means sacrificing my soul. I will, in due time, give thanks to this bumpy road littered with pot holes. For now, however, I will just sit back and enjoy the scenery a bit, waiting for the smooth black asphalt at the end of the road.
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