The End of the Road
This past Tuesday’s writer’s prompt had me thinking about a moment where I came to the end of the road with something important in my life. I was to write a scene wrapped around that moment. How I felt and how I closed the door on that chapter in my life.
As to roads that I’ve come to an end of, I don’t know as I have any. All the roads I tend to be on whether it be work and teaching, getting married, having a family, all are continuing sagas. Even the family part of having kids, yes, the actual event of having kids is over in my life, but having a family which includes my son and my wife continues – So some roads may seem like they are ending, but they still exist and as long as they exist I still might wander along the path to examine the steps I took or just go back on the path and explore a different section of it.
Life is too filled with experiences and events to just let them stop and be forgotten or filed away as an ending of being.
What’s the saying, “Those that don’t learn from history are destined to repeat it.” Why not “Those that choose to file away history as one and done will lose all of the richness and beauty of times past.” They won’t be able to enjoy what they had and reflect upon themselves and where they have been.
That is not saying that all things in the past are beauty and comfort and soothing to one’s soul to remember. There are and were hardships, mistakes made, sad events, losses and frustrations that all of us experience. But those events and feelings we had made up who we are and the people we’ve become.
It’s interesting to note some of the important events that were suggested in this writing prompt:
- “a relationship with a lover” – No ending there yet, and don’t look forward to it happening. “
- Moving out of my childhood home” – Yes I did that, but the connection remained, for as long as my parents lived.
- “Graduation from school” – Yes physically I graduated from different institutions, but I never stopped learning and continue to school myself as I grow older.
So I can’t write about an end of a road. All my roads keep going. They branch off in different directions but are always firmly connect to the main trunk and weave all their paths so that they interact with each other.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
