It's a Long Way to Tipperary

Now you do all realize that I have no idea where Tipperary is...someplace in Ireland I've always thought. Never bothered to look it up though....it always just seemed like it was a long, long ways away. Well, now I'm on my way to that place....somewhere that I don't know where is, but I do know it's a long way away.

I have my choice of directions to start off. Since I don't know where it is, does it matter what direction I go? Hmmm....interesting query. As I sit trying to plan my trip, I try to decide which way to go. Perhaps all roads are going to lead to Tipperary....for I cannot believe I won't find it. As with most who have no clue where they're going, I have great difficulty stepping out, but I do. Seems I get only a little way down the path before I come face to face with an insurmountable wall. No gate, too high to climb over, no end to go around. I have to turn around and go back to what seems like the beginning of the journey. But maybe I'm wrong, maybe it isn't the beginning.

Let me step back and look again where I am....sure enough, I'm not at the beginning; but, rather, have made it a few miles down the path. Now I look forward again, and the path seems clear--there's no wall in sight. The wall must have been imaginary--of my own making. Isn't it amazing how we set our own walls across our paths?

OK, now I've figured out that the path is clear, off I go again--on my way to Tipperary.