The sky is on fire and the trees have become white ghosts amongst the frosty fog this morning. A beam of pink and orange shoot straight up from the mountains. Another day is being pulled from the cold dark mounds of a moonless night and I ache for something more than the day to day monotony of work, eat, sleep, repeat.
I look to the sky to find my path instead of to my feet on the path I’m on.
If I keep my head up, I might be able to live the life I’m destined for.
I can feel the ground below turning to uneven, rock and earth, and I stumble and fall over holes and roots, but I always manage to get back up and carry on.
Robert Frost said, “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by. ” This path can be full of potholes and roots, but you can always get up, brush yourself off and keep moving forward.
“…And I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.”
I may not have anyone following my posts on here, but I keep going. I keep taking my own path full of missteps and pitfalls, but I let my fingers keep tapping away on the keyboard, and I keep finding inspiration in the sky above and the souls about.
I will continue to write on.