Life is never quite so certain and is not always forgiving. Lots of our days become a blur for us filled with activity but most times lacking in clarity.
The trouble with not having any or little clarity is that our daily lives resemble more of a car on a race track rather than the paths taken by the early settlers of the West on a horse.
Sadly, on the racetrack most likely we spend most of the time looking at the same old speedometer and our lives always end up in the same place.
Isn’t it odd, that there was a time when a horse traveled a much greater distance and ended up in a much different place than a car on a racetrack?