The Sun in My Rear-View Mirror
I used to do this thing when I moved to a new city. I would get in the car, pick a direction, and just drive. No destination, no plan, no idea where the street was going. That was the whole point. The not-knowing was the adventure.
But …. I wasn’t totally without a compass. I’d keep an eye on where the sun was sitting. If it was late afternoon and I wanted to head east, I just made sure that warm orange glow was shrinking in my rear-view mirror. That was all I needed. Not a map. Not a route. Just one orienting truth I could trust when everything else was unfamiliar.
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Anyone can move confidently toward a known destination. What takes something …. closer to courage, or faith, or just sheer stubborn refusal to stay put — is moving when the destination isn’t confirmed. When you might be wrong. When you can’t promise yourself or anyone else that this is going to work out.
