I wish I could say these words were my own – they are so pure and inspiring and full of a wisdom which I do not possess. In fact, they are taken from the introduction and ending of the episode of Call the Midwife that aired on the BBC on Sunday. When I heard them, they resonated with me and gave me hope to cling onto and the reassurance I need to perservere and stay on my path through life. I thought I’d share them with you, incase you’re feeling a little lost and need to be guided on your way.
Each life is a journey, defined by the turns we take and the roads we choose or which fate chooses for us.
Some travel geographically, trading home for home and one language for another.
But we all move from youth to maturity, childhood to parenthood, as if we were traversing continents.
The world shifts and the climate alters.
Safe passage cannot be bought and we have no holy passport to protect us.
Sometimes there is no map for the road we find ourselves upon.
It lies ahead, uncharted, unfurling into mist.
We are all travelling through one another’s countries.
But it is no matter if we meet as strangers, for we can join forces and learn to love.
And where there is friendship and affection, there is the place we can all call home.