It’s right in front of you. Read.
There was much promise in the early years; bags packed , destination in mind, goodbyes said. And then the journey proper.
Blessing remarked in her sms to me yesterday that she almost couldn’t believe that we were both talking about work. I replied, saying that today is the yesterday of tomorrow. Something must move. It is either us, moving forward, or time moving backwards until it appears, small and worthless, in the distance. In any case, we would find that transition occurs. It is my hope that life’s flashpoints don’t catch you standing open mouthed in surprise ,asking “How did i/we get here?
We stop to ask for direction all the time, from God, our peers, strangers on the street; all in a bid to “get there”. When is this ignorance, and when is it arrogance? Granted, losing one’s way is a hallmark of travelling on the earth, but if one is careful to read the weather beaten pointers that have been painstakingly hammered into the ground right under our noses by people that have gone before us, we may find the journey less uncertain and shorter, leaving us with time to smell the roses and bury road-kill that we so often ignore. There is no temptation in travel that has not been experienced by others before you. Only perception is novel, the vista is largely the same.
Today I took out time to study about finance and business, and it occurred to me that one of the reasons why my father recorded only moderate success in his corporate labors is that he did not take out time to read the signposts on his business trip. You can read newspapers, talk to people, send and receive messages via the innumerable channels we have today and still be lost if you don’t take note of where the signpost says you are per time.
Take your nose out of the dirt, take off the arrogance that despair places round your neck, look up, look around, and read the signs. Soon, you will be on your way.