★The Journey~

I came across a blog that had piece written by the blog’s author, Florence Feldman on The Journey. She wrote it some time ago, and shared it on her blog..Thought you’d like it too(:

by Florence Feldman on 14-May-09 21:10. Categories: Musings

As I began my journey I looked for an entrance to the road. At the first entrance I found a little old man sitting in a booth. He said that I was welcome to come in and fill out some forms and answers some questions. He said it would take a little while and that there might be a wait. Outside this booth were two groups of people. One was saying, “This is the best way. Be patient.” The other group was so understanding they knew I was in a hurry and that I greatly disliked forms and questions. They pointed out another way to go. Another entrance. So I followed their direction and found to my delight a brightly colored entrance where there were balloons, music, sodas and best of all—no booth—no forms—no questions. You could just walk right in. Outside this entrance was an old lady who tried to get my attention and point me back to the other entrance. What could this old lady know, I thought. She couldn’t possibly understand. She is old and judgmental and out of touch. So I ignored her direction and joyfully entered this faster, open way.
At first it was lots of fun. Everyone was having a good time. As time went on the road got rocky and I had to leave some of my belongings behind. When I asked people for directions no one seemed to know where they were going and some even forgot where they came from. I began to get weary of wondering. I noticed that most people on this road were content having no direction. They were happily just going from one place to the other no questions asked.
Then came a time when I noticed a small exit sign. I followed the arrow and found a little man at a booth with forms to fill out and questions to answer. He said it would take a little while and I would have to wait. I was still in a hurry and I noticed I could just continue on as I had been with no delay. So on I went. On and on and on. Then after a very long while came another small exit sign which led to another old man and a booth. I found out at this point that these booths were at every exit. And at the final exit, the wait lasted forever.
Meanwhile, those traveling the first road went on in another way—good times, fun and getting their own way had not attracted them. This route did have signs, and people went on toward a grand exit place where there was no booth—no wait. Just a sign which read—WELL DONE.