The caution beacon flashes. It warns me that the lane ahead may close, yet I feel compelled to keep driving in the direction I’m headed. The pavement is smooth and somewhat welcoming but I shift gears to slow my trajectory. The road winds in a multitude of twists and turns and, even with the subtle warnings, I can’t turn back. The excitement of what potentially lies ahead is enticing.
The spirits of ‘what could be’ sit on my shoulders and continue to whisper sweet somethings in my ear, urging me to go forward and see what lies beyond. If only the road I am travelling were not so treacherous. If only those hair-pin turns would straighten for just a moment so I could gauge what lays ahead but the exhilaration of the unknown is like a drug. Perhaps it warps my sense of reality and, just perhaps, it wants me to be excited by the unknown. It wants me to feel exhilarated by the element of danger.
I feel the pull to press down on the accelerator. My engine revs and I shift gears to make the ride smoother. My carriage rockets forward, almost on auto-pilot, seeking the true ride that it feels is its destiny. I follow that road, taking the blind corners and skilfully maneuvering the obstacles that inevitably fall into my path.
This road may be fraught with uncertainty but I am obliged to see where this artery of excitement will take me. The beat of its life echoes with mine and I am a casualty to the incessant drumming in my veins. The caution signs no longer have meaning and I fall victim to the thrill of the ride.
I keep driving and as my trek continues the sun begins its journey to meet with the horizon. The cascade of hues is breathtaking. The warm glow of the dying fire in the sky reaches my skin and I am awash in the embers of the end of the day. The stars begin to mottle the night sky and the promise of another day lies in wait. The vehicle I find myself in continues on its journey to see where this road will lead, hoping the beauty of the scenery is a portal of what is to come.
I will enjoy the journey I am following on the advice of my inner compass. If the adventure ends, at least I can say I took the road that beckoned and truly enjoyed the scenery along the way.