I got to thinking. Sometimes the proverbial path of life feels like a game of chicken with a speeding onrushing train. Other times it feel like a walk into the horizon of hope. Either way, I know it's a path that is laid down explicitly for
me and I will follow it without hesitation. There is a romance and a peace and a beauty indescribable in that. Whomever and whatever crosses my path (and vice versa) will be part of a story, finding me along my winding, looping trail, culminating to lead me exactly where I am supposed to be. Where that may be? I just have to keep on keeping on, come what may.
