I’m not sure the waiting is the hardest part
I think maybe the starting might be
What if it’s new?
A new place, a new path, a new way of doing it
What if I’ve never been there, or don’t know the way?
What if I’ve been here too long or only ever gone this way or done it that way?
How can I know where I’ll wind up, or make sure it turns out the way I want it to?
How can I be sure of what the future holds?
The truth is, I can’t
I can’t know what the future holds
Because each day is a gift, full of surprises
We see some days as good, sometimes wildly so
We see some days as bad, sometimes tragically so
But to be alive and experience whatever comes, that’s pure gift
I can’t know where the path may lead
I can’t know if things will turn out the way I want them to
And truth be told, it’s probably better that things not go the way I want them to some of the time
Because I don’t know what I don’t know
No, I don’t know what the future holds, but I know who holds me
In the past, present, and future
So I’ll start out
Sometimes waiting is a kind of starting too
And finding something hard is just another unexpected, but temporary place
In a journey full of surprises
