As you look down, you notice the meander. Sometimes the meander is so significant it almost appears to circle back into itself. Yet the river marches inexorably toward the sea. It will not be stopped. But it does find the path of least resistance.
Humans have the same opportunity.
We can march inexorably toward our dream, winding down this path or that but always in the direction of the dream. Some of us choose, however, to carve our way through the densest, most treacherous jungles unwilling to follow the path of least resistance. We slash, and push, and trample. We perspire and grow weary. We've left those closest to us, not wanting to be held down by extra baggage.