I was reading a book yesterday, Sparrow Road by Sheila O’Connor, and come across this line, “You never know the end at the beginning.” I paused to ponder. The journey and ending are always unknown; a gamble, a mystery.
As I thought about this line I was reminded of the poem by Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken, where only the beginning is known but it is suggested that you can always travel the other path later. Can one get to the end of a journey and not liking it, double back to take the other path? Once you reach the end of the road your life is changed forever. And if your life is already changed, the other path may now be different. I guess there is no going back either way you look at it.
So we don’t know the ending to our journeys, only the beginning and perhaps an idea of where we would like to end up. So is the ending as important as the journey itself? I am thinking that the stones we set our feet upon, the obstacles we hurdle, the hurt and healing we go through, the growth we experience along the way determines the end we reach. Is the end truly the end, or just the start of a new beginning?