At A Crossroads...

 About a mile from my house, a road splits into two...if you take one, you'll go north to Idaho, Montana, and eventually, Canada. If you take the other, you'll also hit Idaho, but then Oregon and ending in Portland. Thousand of cars, trucks, motorcycles, decide which road to take each month...just one of many decisions we make everyday.

Rising high in the air is a sign, illuminated at night, informing travelers they can chose this particular brand of gasoline at the crossroads. Not just gas, the establishment has other items, things both the commuter and the local need. The sign is a beacon, one of several on both roads...different companies, different services.

It all begins at the crossroads.

From its height, the signs witness them all pass by, each with a different purpose, a different goal, a different need and reason for passing. They all, however, travel the same road in the same direction. I wonder those who exited and stopped. Were they excited, tired, sad, depressed, anxious? Most likely a combination of several. Some leaving a bad relationship, job, toxic situation, some visiting friends, family, or driving just to get from one place to another.

At this very moment, those approaching the crossroads are driving either straight ahead or veering to the right. The one decision determines where they'll end up, just like millions of drivers have done ever since the road was built. I hope whatever decision they make brings them closer to the conclusion they want.