There’s nothing at the end of the road except the end. When you get there, the only thing left to do is wait and watch that ending unfold. So why rush to get there? Why not enjoy the road, and hope it stretches out before you, winding and weaving, never-ending?
Imagine this: You’ve just started learning a new skill, something like dancing, playing an instrument or learning a language. At first, the road seems long, stretching out before you in a daunting way. Beginners often look ahead and think of how far they still have to go, worrying about how much time it will take, how hard the road will get. But what if you let go of the idea of “arriving”? What if you allowed yourself to simply enjoy each step you take, each note you play, each new word you learn, as if they were the road itself?
People often think the destination is where the meaning lies—being fluent in a language or mastering a skill. But the truth is, the road is all there is. Once you reach the so-called “end,” there’s no magical transformation. You might even find that what you thought was the end is just another beginning. Perhaps you’ll pick up a new dance, a new language, a new instrument, or discover a whole different road to travel. The irony is, you don’t need to wait for an ending to choose another road. You can change course anytime. And when you do, that path you choose becomes your road. The one that keeps evolving as you do.
Remember when you first started walking? There was no rush to reach the end of the sidewalk. As a child, you were fascinated by each step. You’d stop to pick up stones, watch ants, and wonder at the simple beauty of the journey. Adults often forget this magic. They set their sights on the end, missing the marvel of each moment along the way.
Take, for instance, the road to becoming a writer. You could be working on your first story, struggling to find the perfect sentence, or deciding if the plot even makes sense. The road seems long and endless. But each word, each edit, each moment spent shaping that story is part of the road. It’s tempting to think that getting published is the end goal. But once you’re published, does the road really end? No. You start on another story, another journey, another road.
So why worry about how far you still have to go? Why fixate on which road is right or wrong? The only thing that matters is that it’s your road—whether it’s straight and clear or filled with twists and turns. It’s the road that you’re on that matters, not the one someone else is traveling. And if you ever feel like you’re on the wrong road, you’re free to change course. But know this: as long as you’re walking, as long as you’re moving forward, it’s your road, and that’s enough. There never was a wrong road except in your mind. There was only the road you were always on, and that was always your road.
So, don’t rush. Don’t worry about the end. Enjoy the road, every step of it, because that road is all you need. And if you do, you’ll find the journey becomes its own reward, whether the road is long, short, winding, or straight.
It’s the simple act of traveling, of being present on your path, that makes the road worth walking. And in that, you’ll find your peace.
