Every path leads to some place. At times, we are lead to breathtaking, epic vistas. At times, we are lead simply to a dead end. Regardless of how we categorize them, all paths end. And every end is the destination.
Every choice has an outcome. Some choices result in what we most desire. Some choices result in what we most fear. Most choices land us some place in between. Regardless of how closely the outcome aligns with our desires, all choices result in something.
Choices are paths. We string them together throughout the course of our lives. There is only one true end, and that end is called death. Every other choice, every other path, is at once an end and a beginning. We get where we wanted to go, relish or wallow in the consequence, and lift our eyes to see that there is, indeed, another path to travel. Even going back down the path you already traveled will eventually lead to paths and choices and some place where you have never been. Besides, the moment we turn around the familiar is somehow unfamiliar; the path changes. Time has passed, the weather has turned, a bird has landed on a guide post, the wind is blowing the leaves in a different direction.
Things change. Paths change. You can’t undo the choices you’ve made. You can only ever hope to keep moving forward.
Every path leads to some place. It’s the path itself that is the destination.
Illuminate Possibilities 
One of my all time favorite quotes, from my favorite wirtier (besides you of course):“In effect, if we can see the path ahead laid out for us, there is a good chance it is not our path; it is probably someone else’s we have substituted for our own. Our own path must be deciphered every step of the way … Soul loves the journey itself.” −David Whyte in The Heart Aroused – Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America