Runs both ways.

Speaking with a dear friend tonight, he noted that he looks forward. He said that with whatever direction he is going, he had no fear or hesitation adjusting his direction to head to another place. I responded that I felt I was so tied to the past, so entrenched in what might be in the future, that I often missed the present moment.

But roads run both ways. Train tracks run both ways.

Yet, I think his point hit home: If I hadn't been aware of my surroundings on the track I'm currently on - I might have missed the chance to jump out for just one night and connect with my dear old friend in the present. 

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