Sometimes, in order to move forward you have to be willing to take a risk. As the old saying goes, no pain, no gain. Well, the easier way would be to fast forward and simply enjoy the gain and skip all the pain, but life never works that way.
I am definitely not one to shy away from risks, although sometimes I do question my own sanity – like that moment right before I jumped out of the plane for skydiving, or decided to embark on a pilgrimage through parts of Spain on my own. So yes, I know all about taking chances and I have fallen flat on my face in failure more than once.
Routine is something I absolutely hate. I believe in structure and organisation, but a routined life is the ultimate horror lifestyle and a punishment of sorts. Spontaneity is the name of the game, and the freedom of choice. Sometimes, however, sticking to a faux routine as an emotional crutch gives me a sense of security until I get my bearing and find the courage to break out.
I’ve been walking the same path to the bus stop every morning since I moved here, which takes me anywhere between six to ten minutes, depending on the weather conditions. My neighbour suggested a different route to another stop (which is the next one on the bus route actually) but through a shortcut from our building. I have to admit being extremely skeptical about it, until I finally decided to try it yesterday.
This was a lesson in realising that my own stubborn way of doing things is not always the best way. I ended up in a gorgeous little path that took me along the fringes of the nature reserve, so all semblance of city life vanished for the next eight minutes. I was deep in the heart of nature’s best, surrounded by trees, on a dirt path, and greeted by 10 water buffalos! It was almost painful to re-emerge along the main road to catch the bus, so in the evening I took the same route back home and had a wonderful opportunity to snap a shot or two.
So yes, new paths are not always trailblazing ones, but perhaps they become much needed soul food.