Little by little, life settles into a pattern and sometimes I don’t even realize the road I am travelling on. Then, one day, something just shakes me awake. I open my eyes and see what’s become the norm and wonder how I kept walking down this path so far, so blindly. I see the power that this new unwanted place has over me. Where did I go so wrong? How did I get here? The last I remember, I felt good and hopeful about where I was going and this was not that path.
So, I stop and sit down by the side of path. I look around; I ponder. I had stopped looking at my compass. I have wandered farther away from the new territory I had wanted to explore.
I take the compass from my pocket and its needles are spinning round and round. The way from here is lost.
Regardless, I get up and dust myself off. I determinedly trudge back the way I had been coming till I sense familiarity and comfort in the air. It is here that I can find a suitable place to rest. Before I sleep, I reset my compass till it points in the right direction. I take out my map and draw out the path for the refreshed journey I will begin tomorrow. I pack supplies for the journey and set my heart on starting early tomorrow.
I sleep with the blissful relief that tomorrow I have granted myself a new day to begin my journey right. I sleep without fear of getting lost. It is a risk of the travels that I could veer off course. I know that, just like this time, if I am lost, I will find myself again.