There are vague roads that we scream to travel, but simply have no means. We amble along thinking we’ve traveled so many roads, surely, instinctively, we’ll know our way when a new one comes one day.
But new, vague roads are never like this. We take the turn too fast; we don’t stop at the right place to admire the view. We rush on thinking the view can only get better, and then we discover, the road is now travelled.
It will never be new or vague again. We back-track and find the exquisite gem we rushed beyond—aching as it was.