Sitting at the Fork

I'm not lost. I'm not stuck. I'm just wandering and meandering in multiple directions. Sometimes I take the road less traveled and sometimes I take the easy route to avoid conflict or friction life creates. Life gives us a crossroad occasionally. Usually we spend a bit of time looking at each road with objectionable thought and ruminate over what each possible path will lead to. We have a choice to make. This creates the life we live.

But there are times in our life when the choices are not our own. We live the same routine day in and day out and continue to live one responsibility at a time. We just keep walking. When we get to that crossroad there are no choices, only roads with barriers that cannot be moved by us. You stand looking at each option but your feet are planted firmly waiting for someone to come along and move the blockade for us because someone holds that power and we have to keep asking until that person comes along. We ask, beg, and plead for the answers we want and we keep asking but all we hear are echos as people walk past you like you aren't screaming, searching for the right person to help.

So as I stand and look at the fork in the road, I can't make a choice because the power doesn't lie with me. My power lies in my patience as I decide to sit instead of stand at the fork. I'll sit comfortably and possibly cry occasionally at my futile efforts. That doesn't mean I give up. It only means I'm tired of waiting. I'll try not to scold myself for the wrong roads I took along the way. Those wrong choices just mean that it'll take some extra time for the right people to catch up to me and remove the barriers currently before me.

Above all, I'm blessed with the people around me, supporting me. I'm happy, healthy, and loved. I suppose I'll just enjoy the view from the middle of the street while I'm waiting. Answers might take awhile so I should probably get some snacks.