The middle of the road is a safe place. I find when I get too far to the right or too far to the left I can easily slip into the ditch. And then I am not going anywhere. The middle of the road is not always popular or in style, but it does keep one moving forward.
There are a whole lot of folks who live in the middle of the road. They just go to work and do thier job, no big drama, just keep things moving. Perhaps they are the real heros in life, instead of the guy on the TV news who rides a lawn chair hooked onto hot air ballons over the city. Seems many times people in the ditch or even the ones who ride the edge of the road are lifted up as special. Different yes, special no.
Give me a mom working two jobs with barely enough time to get her hair done, or see the children's school program; now there is someone special. We will never see her on the TV news. Give me a man who invests his time keeping the water running for an entire town; late nights, early mornings, working holidays. His name will not be in the running for volunteer of the year, but it ought to be lifted up somewhere.
So I guess the middle of the road is my place. It may look boring, slow paced, and without fanfare. I am good with that, as looks don't really mean very much to people who have been around. What matters is keeping things moving. That is the secret to the middle of the road. And by the way, even a Seven-lane freeway has a middle lane.
