There comes a time. When you must choose your path in life.
Many times that path is not set in stone, but instead it is layed down pebble by pebble. And one day you look up and you find where you have come to stand.
You can look back and see each pebble that lay there. You can remember them being stuck down there in that dirt. down deep. down hard.
But you cannot explain how this path came to be here. Only that it is. And you love it. You nurture this path. You embrace it.
Sometimes Life is like that.
Sometimes you stand there upon this path that lays at your feet. This path cradles your feet and loves it. This path before you and behind you is strong.
And people ask how you came to be on this path.
How can you love that path?
Why didn't you take another one? A simpler one? And easier one.
I answer them.
This is my path.
The one that I am meant to take.
I love this path.
