Posted: July 20, 2014 in writing
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When I was a child living on a farm, I used to walk on sheep trails

never knowing where they were going.


And in that wandering moment, the destination never mattered.

It was the path and where it headed, that always caught my curious eye.


Meandering trails cut through grass and reeds, like they were only meant for me.

And I found interest in the deviations and the landscapes – down gullies and up rocky inclines

– it seemed like a world in itself, for a child’s footsteps and an imagination

…that stretched to the horizon.


The herd always trod the same path, to water or to feed. I’m not sure why they did that,

but I guess it was safe for others to follow.


Sheep are not the bravest creatures, shying away from man’s touch. And it’s no wonder,

given they are bred for food and never live a long life.


But it struck me, as I walked those trails, that one sheep had to lead and make that path for others to follow.

One sheep among thousands, took a brave and curious step.


That’s the trailblazer. Half brave and half curious, to point their instinct towards the destination,

and with those footsteps taken, others will follow, towards  a place they need to go.


One step at a time based only on instinct. One trailblazer, and things change for the better, for the rest.

The greatest good and the sum of us. That’s the trailblazer, with the courage others haven’t got.




  1. jfinwat says:

    Trailblazer – good story with food for thought!

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