The road most travelled
// August 23rd, 2008 // No Comments » // Personal
There’s a road less travelled, as the poem goes, but that’s not seen. It’s the road worn thin from the multitude that worries me. I’m on the other side. I’ve travelled that road. Too often. I know where it leads and I know where it ends. I’ve seen it all before. The illusion of sweetness, of happiness, of promises. All unfulfilled. Beauty turns to uglyness, love turns to lust, joy turns to paranoia. How do you peel back the layers of endless disillusionment to keep them from starting down that path? How do you make them realize that it’s not the dream that they’ve been promised? That it’s nowhere near the fulfilment that it seems at the time.
You don’t. You stand by them and hold their hand. You let them know how you feel about it in the most reassuring way possible. You tell them how beautiful they are and that nothing could possibly make them more beautiful, more complete, more whole. Just hold their hand. And pray to whatever god you believe in that they realise the love you have for them and that they understand that they don’t need to go through it to learn the lesson. Sometimes it’s important, but not in this case. And hope they realize the road less travelled is truly where they should put one foot in front of the other.
Please let it be so. Please.
