I saw a man this morning, his shoes half-worn-out, the base eaten up by the earth; he wore a garment stricken by the sun, bleached to fade while his face thirsts for the dew of mercy and grace. So I asked, where is he coming from? Where is he going? Does he know where he is?
What tale is your shoe telling?
Our shoes have tales to tell. It might be partly damaged but it should tell the tale of a man marching to his utopia. In the words of J.R.R. Tolkien, “Not all who wander are lost”. Our shoes should connect the dots of the past, the present and the future. The past might have been hard but that doesn’t mean we should lose sight of where we are going. Now is pertinent. The clarity of now vanquishes the mystical haze of the future.
Tie the lace of your shoes on whatever path you have chosen. Worry not about the past; the past only must be told and serve as a reference of correction.