I awoke this morning with Forrest Gump and the whole box of chocolates philosophy floating around in my head. It wouldn’t leave me alone, until I realized I looked at the world in a slightly different way. Not as a box of chocolates, but as a road trip.
Yep.
Life is like a road trip.
At the beginning you don’t quite know what to expect. So you do the only thing you can. You get in the car and drive.
Sometimes detours take you so far out of your way you think you are hopelessly lost. Sometimes you hit a patch of road that is so full of ruts and potholes that you get a headache from hitting the roof. But there are other times the wind on your face and the beauty that surrounds you makes you so happy you can’t help but sing at the top of your lungs.
No matter what happens you keep going.
And if you get a toothache while you’re on one of those long stretches where there’s nowhere to pull over, you do what you must. You keep your hands on the wheel and keep moving.
The scenery is ever changing, and who knows what wonder that next bend might bring. Forward is the way to go.