Of hope and promise-
Reach for the sky.
I don’t know
Where the path will lead-
But still I climb.
Is pain or beauty-
The choice is mine
I’ve always been drawn to stairs and pathways. I’m often urged to stop and snap a photo. To me, they are a promise of things yet to come. They are my future. They hold the mystery of something new. Even when I have seen what’s at the end of the stairs, the view is different each time because my perspective constantly changes.
Sometimes I get discouraged when the stairs don’t seem to end. It feels like I’ll never get to where I want to be, so I pause for rest. When I glance behind me, I am reminded of how far I’ve traveled. Stairs get tiring, but I’m stronger after climbing them. That urges me to continue.
When I reach the top, what to do is my choice. I can rub my aching feet and complain about my sore legs, or I can take in a view I wouldn’t have seen if the journey had not been taken.
Sometimes I choose to focus on my pain. Other times, I choose the view.