say something

i have been rereading anne of green gables. i read the first one when i was very young and never continued on with the series, so i am now.today this morning in the office i finished up. i knew all along i would cry when matthew died, but i hadn’t considered that when i brought it in to work. i felt awful silly sitting at my desk where a proffessor could come ask me to make copies any minute with tears rolling down my face. i had been experiencing all kinds of emotions regarding the nature of the future and choices all morning, but it wasn’t until i reached one of the last paragraphs that my whole world view made a little, but significant, shift.

Anne’s horizons had closed in since the night she had sat there after coming home from Queen’s; but if the path set before her feet was narrow she knew that flowers of quiet happiness would bloom along it. the joys of sincere work and worthy aspiration and congenial friendship were to be heres; nothing could rob her of of fancy or her ideal world of dreams. And there was always the bend in the road.

 we seem to always make choices about our future based upon what will give us the most options should we change our mind or have a new idea down the road, but this paragraph put my recent emotional shift into just the right words. the goal should not be to constantly broaden our horizons as if to claim the whole world as our own, but to weedle it down to just one merry little path that is OURS. how peaceful to know that this trail, and this one only, is one’s own to care for and follow. i could wander aimlessly for years on a broad open field and get nowhere and leave this life empty, or i can follow my own little trail all od my life and only leave the fuller. especially if i have my love by my side. my one love, my only love. the only one i need.