Up ahead the road turns. Where does it turn to? That, I do not know. All I know is that I have to continue down this road. This is the road I have chosen to take. This is the less-traveled road. The road that most choose not to take. The exact reason I chose this specific road. I don’t want to travel down the road taken by most. I don’t want a road that is well lit, well marked, well worn. I want a road that is dark. A road unmarked, hardly traveled, full of potholes and speed bumps. I want a road that is unknown. Unfamiliar. Off the main drag. Wherever this road turns up ahead, it doesn’t matter to me. It is not about the end destination. For me, this road I am traveling down is about the process of learning along the way. When I don’t know exactly where I am going, when I don’t know exactly how I am going to get where I think I want to go, this challenges me. This tests me. This stretches me. This forces me to learn. This forces me to adjust. This forces me to rethink. This forces me to examine, ponder, question. This forces me to grow, mature, and let go of myself. I am thankful for this road. This road that I have chosen. No, this road isn’t for everyone. No, this road isn’t the easy way. And no, this road isn’t always enjoyable, but this road gives me peace, satisfaction, and at the end of each day, when it’s time to rest, traveling down this road is exactly the road I know I am suppose to be on. The road less-traveled. The difficult road. The uncomfortable road. The road unlike any other.