“A rolling stone gathers no moss.” This old proverb brings to life a nomad who is always on the go in search for food and pasture. He doesn’t have a home, no property, no weekend hang-out. He moves from one place to another depending on the season.
When asked in an English class about this idiomatic expression, I thought about a person who is indecisive and irresponsible. I thought, a nomad must be too lazy to cultivate a land, too vulnerable to withstand seasons. A rolling stone is too weak to defy gravity. I became one then I saw the other side…
To move is to decide to move. To live is to be responsible of life. To dare leave the commonplace is for the courageous heart.
Seeing places does not only satisfy the eyes but nourishes the soul. Every foot forward to an unknown land is a milestone of the mind. We do not gather moss but we take with us memories. We do not always notice the change but it is there inside of us.
As the stone rolls it is able to see the other part of the hill, its horizon widens, it can grow. As it rolls along rough edges, it takes another form, it can be more refined. As it rolls, it creates a trail, it can become a trailblazer.