How did we get here and where are we going. walking along the beach yesterday I reflected on these questions once again, inspired by pieces of drift wood draped among the shore.
Some see drift wood and feel very little perhaps being focussed on the blue and green, while others may focus on the countless grains of sand. Me, I view each piece of drift wood to be a collection of stories and experiences as each of us are.
Where life starts and ends is important, but so is the line between the start and the finish. Who we were and became through our own volition, the choices we made and the roads that we walked. Yes the sum total of our experiences reflect who we are.
Do we walk our own road or do we dance to the beat of someone’s else’s drum?More than drift wood in fact we do get to choose our own road
