Seize every opportunity along the way, for how sad it would be if the road you chose became the road not taken. ~Robert Breault
In the past 15 years of my life, I have stumbled upon many roads. Smooth, broken, grassy lanes and many more.
There are many, many memories associated with each different road. All the roads I have travelled or strolled along told a story. It was my choice to unravel and listen to their tales. Some I did. And some I chose to ignore.
The stories I ignored had a vibe. These gave me a gut feeling that they were not meant for humankind. A suffering which could not be handled by a mortal being or a happiness full of joy and gaiety that it should be hidden from the cruel world. And I as a traveller fulfilled my duty by not listening to these.
I listened to many stories of the road. Tales about the journeys of many lives along different paths. Some roads saved many, some were destroyed whereas many were killed along the way. Some brought loved ones close, while some drifted apart.
There are some roads with which I am obsessed and I am very selfish as I don’t want the world to discover it. I am very possessive about these roads and want to keep their stories of love, pain, suffering and hope all to myself.
Each road and their stories taught me a lot. I learnt to take risks, challenge myself, do something adventurous and most importantly not to have any regrets. Each road taught me that regretting will not help me to achieve much in life. I learnt not to look back and continue to travel on the chosen roads.
I have travelled many roads and hope to journey along many more, unravelling and listening to some, respecting the secrets of others which should remain untold. But whatever I do, I have pledged not to look back and regret.