Whither Shall We Go?

“The Road goes ever on and on

down from the door where it began.

  Now far ahead the Road has gone,

and I must follow, if I can,

  pursuing it with eager feet,

until it joins some larger way

  where many paths and errands meet.

And whither then? I cannot say.”

– J.R.R. Tolkien

We are unfinished. We are a work in progress.

I know what I know. I feel what I feel.

We are what we are. You show what you will.

The ghosts linger.

I will not fight them.

Whither now?

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6 thoughts on “Whither Shall We Go?

  1. The Innocent #1

    There, at the rock, the innocent stands waiting
    for what she’s not sure, but she knows the
    man she once dreamed of could not be out
    fishing until two in the morning, nor could her
    busy parents be lured away from the fields by
    the promise of money, nor her dreams fulfilled
    in the rice paddy, nor will some Batman, half
    hero, half millionaire show up, nor will wearing
    a yellow, pleated mini-skirt and pumps attract
    the type of guy she wants to spend the rest of her
    life with. She doesn’t see a salamander popping
    its head up above a fallen leaf. She hears the owl
    call his hunting call instead. Fog dampens night.
    She can’t explain why she knows this is the place
    she is meant to wait. She can’t relax or even sit
    without the pain of growth spurts ruining her
    yearning. No hikers present themselves, no slow
    moving conversations, so she marches back down
    to her lonely room, sits reading by a new lamp,
    listens to her parents snoring, fully aware of time.

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