Before they were paved, roads were made of stones, dirt, bricks, wood. They carried our ancestors through fields, past forests, over mountains, and across rivers. Sometimes barely visible, their paths inevitably led away, toward some far off place. They traced the lines of our curiosity and created a path for others to follow.

The road as metaphor is age-old and well-known, a physical manifestation of movement and discovery. It is what connects us: to other people, other ideas, other places. Each of us has a story, our own path to follow, our own dreams to pursue. Join me on the road as I explore strength, courage, and what inspires us to keep on moving.