Are we so hung up on knowing exactly what it is on the other side of the bridge that we fail to take a single step? Have we forgotten to simply enjoy the crossing? To marvel at the view from the bridge?
Do we need to know what is just beyond the shadows around the next curve? Does our fear keep us from our destination?
Are we so focused on the scene directly in front of us that we cease to see the beauty across the river, tickling the very edge of our sight?
When we allow the world to go very still around us, close our eyes and feel the gentle breeze, perhaps that is when we are able to hear the voice within us, the voice giving us the sense of peace we all crave.