We spotted this old rusty gate on our little hike at San Simeon State Beach. It intrigued me at first sight. Why was it here? What did it lead too? Huge weeds were in the front and an even more humongous bush out the back. It was a gate to nowhere from nowhere. At one time, it looked like it was painted a pretty bright green color. I tried to imagine what it used to look like years and years ago. Was there a farm house? Or a barn? Or maybe a garden? Nothing was in sight. A few yards on the other side of this gate lay a creek bed.
What analogies does this gate share with life, I wondered aloud. Mike thought, maybe addictions. The path is filled with weeds and bad things and goes on to more bad things. Broken promises might be another, that path would start with good intentions, the weeds would get bigger and on the other side, they would be huge. Or how about man's inhumanity to man. That has been on my mind since reading two books recently, "Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption" and "Someone Knows My Name".
What do you think this gate could represent? I would love to hear.