The road is closed.
You shouldn’t even bother going.
Never mind there is certainly an alternate route.
One with new turns.
And new twists.
With new scenery.
And new people to meet.
With new experiences to be embraced.
But you shouldn’t bother going.
Because the road is closed.
And to be a seeker is too scary.
You go anyway.
You risk the alternate route.
You trust that there will always be parking.
And you enjoy the ride.
Because predictability is boring.
And this life is short.
You can thank me later.