There are Roads. So many roads. Germany. Autobahn. Landstraße.
There is one road. Taking you from the Sea to the Sky. Canada. Hwy 99.
And there is anonther road. My life. There are plenty of roads. Your life. Every other persons life. Sometimes they cross. Sometimes they go different ways. Follow different directions. They have destinations. Some have the same. But whatever which road you take. The journey will be different.
There are long roads. There are short ones. Some of them are still in process. Most of them actually.
Sometimes they go straight. You could ride them fast. Without looking around. They have a clear destination. But mostly they have turns. Sometimes the roads cross. Sometimes they have to turn because another road. Sometimes they even just turn around. Just like that. No explanations. Just taking another direction. That´s okay.
Each road is different. Unique.
Roads go down. Roads go up. There are hills. Some of the roads take you around them. Passing through the valleys. Some are going straight up. Trying to pass the hill.
There are bridges. Some roads just connect tops and tops. Some started high. Some lower. Some work their way up. Others are just running down.
Sometimes the roads are like highways. Fast. Smooth. Sometimes they are more rough. Like dirt roads. Sometimes even. Sometimes not. Sometimes it seams like they are falling apart. They are not nice anymore. But the longer you go the more will be fixed. But they´ll never be the same again. Something is missing. Some new things come. That´s how it goes.
They go through adventures. Through routine.
But there are not just roads. There is nature all around them. Some of the roads just pass it. Fast. Destroying. Some get smaller. Trying not to destroy that much. Some of them make a lot of turns. Just not to destoy anything. Actually all of them use the nature. Some more. Some less. But everybody knows, they couldn´t exist without.
ROADS ARE NOT MADE FOR DESTINATIONS.THEY WERE MADE FOR JOURNEYS.
And they are full of surprises.