Nothing in life is straight forward, not completely anyway. Maybe that’s why I have such a fascination with jetties and piers and bridges over water.
I love the way they stretch out into the unknown. And underneath lies a whole other world, one we can’t see but only imagine. They’re straight, often not perfect, like a ruler that’s been moved on the page yet with so many different angles to it.
The spaced lines in a jetty and the straight angles of a pier are hypnotic. Just like the view at the end. We’ve strolled along some of the longest jetties in Australia, down straight lines that felt like they were heading into nowhere land.
That’s how I feel about my life lately. Going straight yet wavering. In nowhere land. And I often question where I’m going, especially when the waters are choppy underneath. I know when I get to the end I have to turn back. But I often second guess myself in my direction.
It’s not easy to change, to move forward purposefully. I think fear holds me back
Sometimes I wish I was stronger, like this bridge. It’s so solid. So safe and definite.
All I need to do, I tell myself, is hang on. And feel the strength of my own conviction. Like the firmness and flexibility of this bridge, which opens up to let vessels through.
Perhaps it’s fear of the unknown. Not knowing where I’m heading. And of failing.
But as much as I fear the unknown what I fear more is not taking any chances. And staying in the same place. I know I need to take steps forward. To have faith and follow those lines. They won’t always be straight, they’ll veer off course. But I have to move.
Whether we look up or down, left or right, the lines in our world are always there, they’re part of our road map. And I know, eventually, I’ll reach where I need to be.
But maybe I’ve already arrived. And I don’t even realise it. This place of purpose is within me. I just have to believe in it, in myself and what I’m capable of.
I know if I do a whole new world will open up. Like it has in the past.
Like it did in Sydney a couple of years ago. There we were on the steps of the Sydney Opera House, surrounded by the iconic landmarks of the city and the majesty of the cruise ship that docked. All around me was vibrant life, excitement and anticipation.
I want to recapture that feeling. And I know I can.
It’s up to me, and only me, to embrace my life. Lines and obstacles might rule the world but it’s my choice how I want to use that ruler. How to define my life. The lines have faded a bit but I want them back, stronger, marking my life with purpose.
This is my post for Frank’s Tuesday Photo Challenge on Lines over at Dutch goes the Photo. and also for Nurturing Thursday at “On Dragonfly wings with Buttercup Tea.