Final Destination?

I was sitting here looking at this photograph wondering how to improve it, when the story it was telling just hit me. The photograph is of a switch (points to my British friends) at Rice in South East California.

The story this photograph was telling me was how life is like a train running down a track. As a train comes to a switch it's route to it final destination is being controlled by someone else and that route is generally predefined. In life we come to switches every day, some can be predefined, some take us on a detour but still eventually take us to our destination and the big ones change everything we thought we were heading towards. As we reach those switches in life some are controlled by us, some by others, some by circumstance, but most a combination of all three. So at the point life reaches a switch we have to make a decision, hope it was the right one and make the best of it if it was the wrong direction until we reach the next switch, where we can change to a new final destination.