Little Boxes - Part 2

Now it turns out I'm not the only one without a little box. The journey of boxes is a pilgrimage undertaken by millions and billions of people each and every day. One would think that by now a common journey like this, traveled by so many people, would have carved deep trenches into the earth due to all the traffic going back and forth, back and forth, along the same paths over and over. Similar to grassy plains, where the lush green grass of the earth simply gives way to the many footprints that tread upon it, day after day, up and down, with all of its heavy burdens, trying to find an end to its journey. But the truth is, the paths are never the same. In fact many times the paths may cross each other, overlapping, one on top of the other, layer over layer, in many directions, but simply...never...the same.

And if you're wondering of it is even remotely possible to simply stop at an intersection of paths and layers, and to decide to merely walk along the path of another, then the answer, regrettably, is yes. But walking along the path of someone else's journey is never an easy road. If anything, it only makes your journey even longer, and sometimes even worse than the road you've already been travelling. Think about it...you know how long you've traveled, and you know how many bumps and snags you've hit along your road. So...would you really advise someone else to take it? Then what makes you think that anybody else would have a road much smoother than yours? A saying once went like this..."Every man thinks his burden is the heaviest."...And if this is so, then does that not imply that every man has a burden. Yes, in some way or another, the implication is true. Then that leaves only one thought in mind...are you willing to abandon your path, in the hopes that another, though very rigid and bumpy, will simply be less bumpy than yours?

And so I have learned the unmistakable truth. That I am not the only one without a box. If I was, there wouldn't be so many roads and footprints left on abandoned journeys all over the world. There would simply be one path, in one direction and one set of footprints left in the sand. But for now...my journey continues, along my own path, at my own pace, in my own direction, signed by my own footprints, not for anyone else...just for me.