While on the trail, there were times I couldn’t see the markers indicating which direction to continue. In those moments, I had to make a choice: leave my feet planted on the forest floor or plod forward a few more steps.
I plodded forward, and each time I did, a colorful marker revealed itself to me. The markers were there. I just needed to trust that the path would become clear if I took a small step.
The experience felt like a metaphor for life. If we require certainty before making a decision or taking action, then we’re stuck. In the absence of movement, we can’t see the trail markers around the bend—out of sight—but there waiting for us.
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