Something I have learned about Japan is that roads that appear to be turning into a dead-end almost never are at their ends. That is, they are all false dead-ends. If you keep going on the road, almost as if magic were at play, a continuation of the road appears just past that house or those bushes – things only appear to be ending, when the road merely has turned (and quite sneakily in my opinion).
Some days, I wonder if this is a sort of big picture lesson for me to learn. We always talk of life as a road or a path. Perhaps these Japanese roads are a new take on the road of life, the path we are taking, which seems to be coming to a dead-end… and, perhaps not. Nonetheless, I find myself wondering often about it, because it is such an odd thing to have discovered, I feel. 🙂