Misty vision

It's so misty today we can't see across the road. My husband gets in the car and drives to work, trusting it will still be there though the route is unclear more than a few metres ahead;, trusting other drivers to wait for invisible cars at the intersections of roads.
Can't see, but it doesn't stop us going.
A fourteen-year old schoolboy turned a gun on his teachers and schoolmates in the States. Couldn't see them except as his enemies. Not human beings, teachers or kids like himself.
Young men spend their evenings in bedsits making bombs for 'the cause' and then go and blow up strangers who are just getting on with their lives. Can't see it's more lonely and self-destructive than spending evenings in their bedsits just feeling lonely, while people outside are getting on with their lives.
Misty vision means we may hit the targets, may arrive at the intended destination, but if we can't actually see where we're going it's a hit or miss process.
Some of the most dynamic, driven, focused and motivated people I know achieve all their goals and far more. But in terms of what God has in mind for them, they may still lead aimless lives - don't meet his targets at all. The saddest thing must be to realize, at the moment of dying, that you've achieved every one of your goals, been hugely successful and famous, and wasted your life.
How profound.
Think somebody said it before, though.
Going to Tesco's now, in the fog, in the car.
That's if it's still there. Won't know until I get there.
Everybody lives on faith, don't they? In something or somebody or somewhere, or some goal.
Is it worth living for, taking the risk, setting out on the route and hoping it will take us where we need to go? May not know till we get there, I suppose.