The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet
And whither then? I cannot say. – J.R.R. Tolkien
I’m in a love/hate relationship with options. I love to have options. When I do, I don’t feel stuck. I feel like if it gets too bad, I can just walk away. Options, like this, bring some measure of peace.
But, options also distract and often to the point that they paralyze. You dream about them, you play with them, you court them, and if you aren’t careful, they prove to be your undoing.
If I had to choose, I think I’d choose no options. I’d rather have a single path to walk, so that I could just get along with walking it. Deep inside I crave focus and purpose.
If I may paraphrase Jesus: “Father, if there are options, I want to know about them. But, if there aren’t, I walk the road before me.” There were no options. He walked the road.
Where does this road lead? I cannot say, but I must follow it.


