Can mean the deep, trusted associations that bring great benefit.
Can also mean the dull, hollow, rutted roads that bring great lifelessness.
How much of the latter do we give lip service to that it’s the former?
Perhaps the unfamiliar is what we’re afraid of, and the familiar is where we’ve found comfort and perceived safety.
What kind of familiarity is manifested in your life?
The kind that leads to life, sufficiency, happiness, and purpose?
Or the kind that leads to “is it 5pm or the weekend yet?”
The familiar road may not be the one worth traveling.
Unless you’re joined by a courageous group of the former, who stir your soul with their familiar calls to the wild.