Path

Walking down the path of life, the path splits. Left or right? You make your choice, but the the path splits again. Left, center, or right? Again you choose and continue life’s journey. Again and again the path splits, becoming more and more complex. Again and again you choose a direction. But soon worry washes in. Have I chosen wrong? Should I go back? Too late, you can’t change the past. Continuing forward stepping with care, until finally you stop, sit down; shut your eyes, wonder if the path will ever be clear. You stay where you are, fear rooting you to the time and place you’re in. People go by, passing you, going further in their journey while you stay stuck, stricken with fear. Over and over you ask yourself what if I chose wrong? What if I'm not where I should be? Am I lost? Should I keep trying? Questions and fear ripple over your skin, replaying in your mind. Stand up little one, leave your fear where you stand. step forward, take my hand. If you stop now you’ll never find where you’re meant to be. Hold on to some questions, for they keep you on your guard, but don’t live in fear. Mistakes may be made, but new paths appear going way to a brighter place. Never stop on life’s path, find happiness and sadness, strength and weakness. Continue on until your dead, because only then does your life’s journey end.