I was just about to write that I wish every path was like this (frozen in time), as if it would be great to know how light and dark the path is and exactly where it leads. But would it be great? Why do we remember the past but not the future? Is that just the real nature of time or is that the only way that we can experience time (and our lives)? What if forgetting the future was simply an evolutionary selection for humans? Perhaps at one point humans could, but those humans died out because knowing the future simply isn't as bearable. What place would hope and serendipity have in a set future? It would be like reading a book when you already know what will happen. It's just not as interesting.
So, on second thought, I'll take not knowing. I'll choose hope, serendipity, and faith that you are where you are supposed to be and that you are going where you are supposed to go.
It's a more interesting story (and path), don't you think?