a path that’s already there? whose path? did you ask? did it matter?
we follow paths that are there just because some people (or many) walked them before us. they called them the right ones, and we dare not say otherwise. the paths we follow feel the opposite at times; sharp disobedient thoughts sprout, carrying all those gut feelings that may not agree with the beaten path. they poke through and scare us to a halt. don’t walk here, there is nothing here. the sides are bare, better go back to your own…they urge us to stop, to look around, to be honest.
stop? now? stubborn thoughts grow like thick trees with 