Mike's Common Sense
The crossroads has always been a metaphor for a change in one’s life. In Robert Frost’s poem “The Road Less Traveled”, it stands for a choice of which road one will take in his life. In Robert Johnson’s song “Crossroads Blues” (later redone by Cream as “Crossroads”), the crossroads was where you met the devil to make a deal to realize your dreams. In either case, the crossroads was an important part of one’s life.
In the course of a lifetime, we all encounter a crossroads at least once or twice. The question always arises, how will I make my choice? Which road shall I take? How did I arrive here? Where do I want to go? Shall I make a deal with the devil?
When at the crossroads, there are no easy decisions. Often, we don’t know how we got there, or where we really want to go. The only thing we know, is that we have to make a choice.
Unfortunately, when facing the crossroads of our lives, there is no yellow brick road to show the way. The only guide we have to follow, is our heart. We trust that guide, and we make our choice, then let the cards fall where they may.
Sometimes our choice leads us to ruin, sometimes, another crossroads; and sometimes it leads us to Emerald City. Where ever the road we choose leads us, we persevere, and we walk that road. This is the road of life, and where it leads; no one knows until the day he dies.
It is awfully lonesome, when one is at the crossroads.
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