Direction

At one point or another in life, we all find ourselves at a crossroads of sorts, be it physical or metaphorical, definitively directional or emotionally fluid. There, we have to choose for ourselves what we want to do with our lives, where we want to go. It is a time not for ultimatum, but for decision.

There is no sense in throwing out absolutes, which decisions hardly ever are. But the fact remains--one day, we all find ourselves in the circumstances where we must determine the direction in which we want to lay the rest of our lives. We must choose. Suddenly, there is no more floating around or being uncertain.

A decision must be made. Yes or no. This or that. We must prioritize what we want, determine whether we want one thing building up for us or another. We lay the bricks now that form our path in the future. We prepare for certain events, anticipating possible obstacles and working to prevent them.

In a way, we live our entire lives looking into the future, trying to plot out the "best" direction in which to take them. But ultimately, there are certain moments that we know will shape eternity for us. Sometimes too, it seems as though we're so busy trying to find these crucial points and decisions. So busy trying to find them, in fact, that we miss them entirely.

And it's an awful shame to let something go to waste like that, a terrible disappointment for life to merely slip away because we forgot to look ahead for that one critical second it took to make a decision that could push us so far ahead. That is, if ahead is precisely where we want to go.