You're Going the Wrong Way
The sign was blunt as black. Black, as in the color of death, somehow. So, may I presume that going the wrong way is destined death?
I'm reminded that our bodies will be in the ground one day. Death is imminent.
Wait! Why should I fear this death? If I "go the wrong way", so what? Why should I desperately contain the doomed life I have, when, on its own, it can do nothing for me?
My hope - even when I go the supposed & deadly wrong way, is that I have someone to walk through death with me. And I'm certain that on the other side of death - on the other side of that "wrong way", there is life. Full and perfect.
And I so look forward to it.