The road not taken stretches out, glorious or horrific, soft-focus in our rearview. We recognize it in our regrets, at least one per other, sunnier, road.
Often though we don't give the smaller turnings more than a glance. Most of the time we don't really believe those roads exist.
I think it's the roads not even seen, maybe not imagined/able, but oh so close to hand, that leave the greatest wonderings in my soul.
St Davids last commission was to do the little things and thus take care of what you're called to do.
And I firmly believe that the roads we end up on are known and put to good use. You'll be where you need to be, if you're listening.
— FriarMir
Often though we don't give the smaller turnings more than a glance. Most of the time we don't really believe those roads exist.
I think it's the roads not even seen, maybe not imagined/able, but oh so close to hand, that leave the greatest wonderings in my soul.
St Davids last commission was to do the little things and thus take care of what you're called to do.
And I firmly believe that the roads we end up on are known and put to good use. You'll be where you need to be, if you're listening.
— FriarMir
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