Life is a strange old thing, you think you have it all sussed out and you know exactly where you are going and what you are doing and along comes that mister/miss known as fate/kismet/fortune whatever you want to call it and it sweeps the rug right from under your feet or just simply knocks you down and sets you off on a new road.
Sometimes it knocks you down with a feather and the road it sets you on is nicely paved and sweet to walk on, with lovely scenery and a warm sun shining down on you. Other times it knocks you down with a dirty great hammer and the road it sets you on is potholed and it is raining, it always however gives you the scenery, the trees and the flowers blooming, the scenery is called hope, for some it is called faith, and as long as you can appreciate that scenery the road is never too difficult to walk, so you fall down a few potholes? Well sometimes there is someone/thing comes along to help you out, other times you get yourself out, this is called determination, it keeps you going, it lets you see the beginning of that road that is paved.
Sometimes it doesn't knock you down at all, and you keep meandering along the same old road you always have until one day you look up and realise that you haven't seen the trees or the flowers on your journey and really what have you seen? Life has passed you by while you kept the blinkers on and continued in the same old vein never listening to others or changing anything, mainly the way you think and see things, these are the people that remain prejudiced against things they dont understand because they dont take the time to stop and learn, see or hear. The world is full of these kind of people, which is why there is still so much prejudice and why there are people that obstinately refuse to look at any other viewpoint but their own.
One day all these different kinds of people will all get together and they will sort out thir differences and the blinkered ones will take off their blinkers and be able to see, the roads will be mended and no one will have to walk round potholes. An impossible dream? Perhaps, but then again maybe one day we will be able to say
Are we there yet?
