The Journey

If you define the word journey, it means an act of traveling from one place to another. When you think about this in the literal sense, it may be something as simple as going to the store or as adventurous as going around the world in a boat. Sometimes the journey is simple and a straight line, and other times there are winding roads and pit stops in between. In the spiritual sense, everyone, whether you’re a believer or not, has a journey. We all start off in one place, and that’s birth, and we travel life on to death; everything in between is our “journey”. I recently called my husband to tell him I was on my way home from work. However, he didn’t know that before I made it home, I had to go to the store, then to the gas station, and then to go pick the kids up. Something that should’ve only taken about an hour took close to 3 hours. And when I finally made it home, he hadn’t realized I had so many errands to run, and had wondered where I had been. It made sense though, after the fact. We would never know someone’s journey they’ve travelled in life unless they tell us. I would like to think that most people find me friendly upon meeting me. They see I have 4 kids, and a husband. I have a witty sense of humor. I play the piano and I like to write. Yet most people would never look at me and know that I use to be very combative as a teenager. I was once told I would never bear children. And this is my 2nd marriage. My first marriage was very abusive, physically, emotionally, and mentally. And that I used my sense of humor and love for writing and music to escape many things that tormented me as a child, such as not knowing my biological father, being molested, and seeing the women in my life be abused. My co-workers would never know this side of me; they just see me for me. You don’t know the road a person has gone down to make them who they are. When people say “never judge a book by it’s cover”, it’s because you can’t possibly look at the cover of a book and know the content inside.