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Roads

 By Frater Eric Howarth
 
[From The Rosicrucian Digest November 1942]
 
 
THERE is a great charm about roads. The interminable network of roads. The roads where you played in childhood days, and the imaginary battles you fought there. The roads you were well acquainted with in youth and early manhood--and, oh, the roads along which you sauntered at the side of your first sweetheart!
 
These journeys along various roads carry you inevitably from the cradle to the grave, for some day you will travel along some road for the last time, your work accomplished, your task ended.
 
Roads can be dangerous, roads can be gay. Some leave happy and cherished memories, others may leave memories of foolish mistakes and become roads of regret. They play a part in your success or failure, triumph or disaster.
 
Roads can become pathways to a fuller and richer life, bringing understanding and enlightenment. Along such roads there is wisdom and a strengthening of the character and an enlarging of the personality.
 
In a very casual manner we often meet with human influences which change us fundamentally. Then later, looking backward, we may have reason to be thankful that we didn't take another road that day--or, we may wish we had avoided that one.
 
There is music, and we hear the voices of children at intervals along most of our roads. We pass beneath shady trees, enjoy bordering fields of wild flowers, and are warmed and comforted by glorious summer sunshine.
 
We journey then with light steps along the road and our hearts are filled with youthfulness; but, alas, the clouds gather, and the storms come, and we experience sorrow and sickness.
 
Let us take up the occupation of "Roadmender" and make these roads better for our having passed along them, so that those who follow will know that we have helped to prepare their way.
 

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