Build The Road

​I stopped and looked out at the length of the pier. And it occurred to me in some silly way, someone actually built this thing.

Someone stood at the edge of the choppy and crashing waters and felt some need to go deeper into them, in spite of the chopping and the crashing.

And that someone wisely realized they did not have it in them to calm the waters, but insisted, still - there must be some other way.

Someone built that pier with a belief there is value in going further. Someone believed there was value beyond the shoreline. And isn't that what roads are?

Belief.

It wasn't lost on me that the pier allows one to leave the safety of dry land and move out over uncertain waters. Most meaningful roads in life eventually require us to leave something solid and familiar behind.

Healing does that.

Faith does that.

Growth does that.

Love does that.

New roads can be scary, but if we believe they can take us somewhere meaningful aren't they worth building?

And if we are waiting for the choppy waters of life to calm before building them, is it possible we are missing the entire point of building them at all?

Sometimes choppy waters are the real story; the pier is just the best way to experience and share it.