It’s a parallel for life, the open road. Adventure comes not from the knowledge of a moment but the unknown around the bend. We live with the perpetual hope—vain, though it may be—that something good is coming, something that will be like a salve to our weary and beat-down souls, something that’s waiting just up the road, something we’ll see when we round that curve and the landscape abruptly shifts. And though for the most part there is only more of the same around the bend, life happens in the continuing hope that if not this curve in the road then for sure the next curve will bring that long-awaited experience or awareness or visual that we need to keep going.
The road is like that. And so is life.
Taken from my book, The Offbeat Rhythms, Vol. 2.