The past will always catch up with you. This is the truth.
If life is a gravel path, straight and long, every deviation you make, every bad or stupid thing you do is like a pebble kicked forward by your shoe. Amd the cumulative effect of that over time, is to built piles of rubble in your way, blocking the path for you. Sometimes these are small piles, ones you can climb over, or get around somehow, but sometimes the pile is so huge, that you have no option other than to find a new path, live with the disappointment that brings and carry on walking. The paths are long, and lonely but sometimes they irun parallel with anotherrr, and the person walking that path will join your journey until one of their piles gets in the way.
And sometimes, things just happen, like boulders falling from the sky, or, if you're lucky, a lightning bolt from the heavens will strike your drift of rocks and suddenly the path will become clear again.
Most of the small wrongs of my life have caught up with me by now, but there are other onse, far worse, that are lurking somewhere out there, and the biggest problem with the path is that you can only ever walk down it backwards, never knowing when you might stumble or be blocked.
This is life in as true a metaphor as I can put it.
If life is a gravel path, straight and long, every deviation you make, every bad or stupid thing you do is like a pebble kicked forward by your shoe. Amd the cumulative effect of that over time, is to built piles of rubble in your way, blocking the path for you. Sometimes these are small piles, ones you can climb over, or get around somehow, but sometimes the pile is so huge, that you have no option other than to find a new path, live with the disappointment that brings and carry on walking. The paths are long, and lonely but sometimes they irun parallel with anotherrr, and the person walking that path will join your journey until one of their piles gets in the way.
And sometimes, things just happen, like boulders falling from the sky, or, if you're lucky, a lightning bolt from the heavens will strike your drift of rocks and suddenly the path will become clear again.
Most of the small wrongs of my life have caught up with me by now, but there are other onse, far worse, that are lurking somewhere out there, and the biggest problem with the path is that you can only ever walk down it backwards, never knowing when you might stumble or be blocked.
This is life in as true a metaphor as I can put it.
shivasshakti:
Wow - I'm totally struck because I was having such a similar thought the other day. How right you are. And how well-put!