Writing Prompts
Cross
A cross is a meeting place.
Two lines travelling in different directions, intersecting for a single moment.
Sometimes a cross marks a road. A decision. A place where one path ends and another begins.
Life is full of crosses.
We cross borders. Cross fingers. Cross rivers, bridges, and oceans. We cross things off lists and sometimes cross lines we wish we hadn’t.
And then there are the invisible crosses.
The burdens we carry. The grief we shoulder. The lessons that shape us whether we welcome them or not.
Growing up between cultures, I often felt like a crossroad myself. Part Norwegian. Part Greek. One foot in the north, one in the south. Belonging completely to both, yet never entirely to either.
But perhaps that is the gift of a cross.
It reminds us that life is not one straight line. It is a meeting of experiences, memories, people, and possibilities.
Every choice becomes a crossing point. Every goodbye makes room for a hello. Every ending quietly prepares the ground for a beginning.
A cross is not only a symbol of burden.
It is also a symbol of connection.
Of where we have been, where we are standing now, and where the road may lead next.
Sometimes the most important moments in life happen not while travelling the road —
but while standing at the crossroads, finding the courage to choose.
With love, coffee, poetry, and stardust,
— Maggie The Afterlove Voice 💫
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