Jack is in the house today! Jack is the first of four generous blogger-friends who offered to host at LFI while I step away from the blogosphere and unplug for an at-home vacation. Jack is a proliferous blogger over here and here! Take it away Jack!

Someone told me that life is supposed to be easy and that the answers to all of our questions are right there before us.

Once he finished going “Woo Woo” I punched them him in the throat, kicked him in the derriere and then threw him out the window and watched as the lake swallowed him up.

I turned around and smiled. There is nothing that makes me smile more than when I get to defenestrate someone.

If we only could have stopped there it would have made the perfect story, but perfection doesn’t exist and I am forced to tell you that as soon as I turned back around I saw the man standing there.

That is because I was staring at my own reflection. The angry face that glared back at me was my own.

Angry because I wanted simple answers to questions that couldn’t be answered because sometimes you can’t really know what will happen until you experience a particular activity or event.

It is probably fair to say that some of it was frustration too. Frustration that I couldn’t figure out some of the answers based on past experiences.

And that, my friends, is how I found myself on the road not taken. Or maybe it is more accurate to say that I recognized that the path I had chosen had veered from the well-traveled and well-lit one that I had initially begun my walk upon.

You can classify me as a man who was once convinced that life is made up of a series of events that are unrelated. Coincidences and desire sometimes led us to believe there was something more but that was it.

Except life has a funny way of presenting you with experiences that force you to reconsider and rethink your position.

I don’t know how to describe what happened to me other than to say that life happened to me. People and events took place and forced me to open my eyes and look at the world a little bit differently.

And now I am on the road not taken. I am walking down a path that is far different than I had imagined or envisioned for myself. I won’t lie and say that it doesn’t ever make me nervous because sometimes it does, but more often than not I am excited.

Are you living the life you expected to live or is it different than you had imagined it would be? Are you following your dreams or has fear of the road not taken prevented you from going after them?

photo credit: geodesic