Journey is Not Just a Band

I think it has become pretty standard to use travel metaphors to talk about life. Life is a journey, and/or adventure where there are roads less traveled, mountains to climb and seasons that bring about unique challenges that need to be overcome in order for you to reach your destination/goal/final resting place. Jesus take the wheel and all that jazz.

I would like to use this metaphor to describe my life as of late:

So I'm in car. No, I'm on a horse. Yes, a horse. A horse named Fantasy, and we're galloping along on a beautiful, sunny, spring day on the Trail of Denial to see where life takes us. The canteen is full; the nap sack is full of nuts and beef jerky. Life is good. Just then we reach a fork in the road. To the left the Trail of Denial continues, and to the right The Trail of Truth. I pull the reigns to turn the horse left. The horse doesn't move. I look down to see what has spooked Fantasy and I see that the horse has changed colors. The familiar brown and white speckled hide has turned grey. This new horse, that I named Will, turns right down the Trail of Truth. I pull the reigns to stop the horse, and the reigns disappear in my hands. I bend over to grab Will's neck, shut my eyes and cry.

Yes, life is a travel metaphor and I’m currently trying navigating unchartered territory – trying to follow truth, live truth, and not be afraid of truth. Kicking and screaming I go into the night.

Who’s with me?