The Long Road Home

The Long Road Home

The Long Road Home

                I don’t remember how I got here. Sometimes, looking back it all becomes a bit blurry; all I know is that I have somehow arrived.

                Today I believe that all things are possible, that there is always a bigger plan for our lives, and even though most of the time we’re unsure of what it is, that too is okay. I’ve often found myself in a dark places; places where at the time I didn’t know how to get out of. All I knew was that I only had two options: to either give up, or to forge ahead bravely and believe. So I choose the latter.
              I don’t believe in accidents but rather in fate. To say my life has been made up of a series of random accidents, only seems naive and even a bit ignorant. Sometimes, mustering the courage to go on is the hardest thing we as human beings can do, but when all the odds seem to be against us this is the time we must believe; we must have insurmountable faith in a bigger plan. Sometimes you have to reach these places of darkness to know the other extremity; light, a place of pure happiness and serenity.

                When you too are standing at that crossroad, that fork in the road where to take either extreme means your life could go either way, believe, there simply are no wrong decisions. Whatever you choose, wherever you go, you too have arrived. You are standing exactly where for this moment you need to be.

Johanna M Dunn
4/25/2011