Oh Well
The roads we’ve travelled
Most often than not, you hear people say, “all is well that ends well.” What about what happens in between the beginning and the end?
I hate traveling. At the mention of the word, I feel sick to my stomach. It is not always the most exciting moments of my life. My anxiety around the activity stems from the numerous accidents that occur on the road. Sometimes, I fear it would be me.
If I had my way, I would recommend a ban on traveling but who will I be kidding? LIFE ITSELF IS A JOURNEY! And the most interesting part of this journey is whether or not you are a consenting passenger, the train, bus, or airplane will always move.
What do you do when you’re forced into a journey you didn’t plan? When the map is unclear, and no one gives you the courtesy of a seatbelt? When everyone else looks like they’re excited about the destination, but you’re just trying not to fall apart while in transit?
It is okay to hate the journey. It’s okay to feel afraid, uncertain, or even angry that things aren’t turning out the way you imagined. That space—between where you started and where you hope to end up—it could be messy, confusing, and sometimes slow… painfully so but it’s also the place where your resilience is built.
No one posts the struggles. But those are the moments that matter. Because the journey changes you. It stretches you. It teaches you how to walk when your legs are shaking, how to speak up when your voice is cracking, and how to hope again even when life has disappointed you—over and again. Don’t let this part of the journey define your story.Keep going. Keep breathing. Keep showing up.
Even if you’re crawling, the fact that you’re moving means you haven’t quit. And that’s powerful. Everything is a process… babies don’t just get up and start walking.
You don’t have to be fearless. You just have to be willing. The train is moving, yes — but so are you.
Until next time,
Insight.
