Some nights I lay awake
with my head on the pillow and wonder what could have been. We always think
what could have been is better than what we have now but we can’t know that for
sure. There is no sure thing. Sure things are for fools. I was at the casino
the other night and red had come up nine times in a row on the roulette wheel.
I watched a man bet one thousand dollars on black. He evidently felt it just
had to come up black this time. Once again, it came up red. He sighed and
covered his face with his hands. The sure thing was not to be found. One step
leads to another. One journey is made up of many steps; good ones and missteps.
No one has the perfect map. Landmines abound. We just never know. We just never
know.
