Down This Path

I recall the painful misdeeds on the paths I have trekked, yet reflect on the unforgettable memories on paths that have brought me here. At times, I found myself walking alone in the darkest of nights, yet other times, people walked beside me. The paths grew difficult. Some overgrown with thorns. Some possessed so many potholes. While others, were as smooth as if just paved.

I met and enjoyed various people on these paths, journeying to a destination of their own. Some people stayed with me longer than others. I recall one, who though in my life for mere days, left an imprint on my heart bigger than those who were with me for years. At first, when the person's path would split from mine, I protested. But I have come to accept that they had their own towns to find. They had other people they needed to meet. They had their own paths to follow.

Those all these moments bittersweet, I cannot help but appreciate what I have learned on this journey. I have learned to keep going, even if the path is unknown. I have learned to allow people to walk beside you and you, beside them. I have learned to trust the Guide and not my own instincts. I have learned to love the quiet moments and to remember the paths I have been down. I have learned not to pick up the things that weigh me down, but to let go of them. I have learned to be content among the thorny, bumpy paths, and to not think too lightly of the smooth paths.

These shoes are worn and have known good and bad. Yet I keep trudging along, knowing that I still have a lot more to learn.