This story isn’t about me. It’s about you, your life, your goals, and the paths you’re taught to take in order to reach them. For some of you it may take the shape of a question, while for others it will be an answer.
In it you’ll find the tale of someone who never accomplished what he set out to do. At first you’ll read it and think to yourself, “This man failed,” but he didn’t. He discovered something amazing, and that’s what this story is.
You see, there are many roads we travel in life. Some are much harder than others, but we’re not generally prepared for that. Most of our lives we’re taught about destinations, rather than the roads we take to get there. Everyone focuses on growing up, getting kissed, then cars, college, and later kids.
Because of that we all tend to arrive at the same destination, with more or less the same jobs, goals, and life plans. Everyone’s taught that it’s what they should want, and that it’s what will make them happy, because it’s what everyone else has.
More and more of those people are waking up though. They’re realizing that quite often, the destination isn’t nearly as important as the roads we take to get there.
In fact, sometimes the roads are all that’s worth mentioning. That’s where we find ourselves. It’s where boys and girls are hammered into men and women. Outside, alone and cold, on an empty road, hoping against odds that this one last road will lead us home.
I’ve spent most of my 40 years on one road or another. Many are the times I’ve loved and laughed, just as I’ve hurt and cried. Now I find that these experiences and the roads they were earned on have left a web of scars, tracing their own roads across my soul.
It’s these roads and others that I’ll be writing about. I’d like to invite you with me. The journey starts with my first book, which you can learn about on my books page.
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