I don’t know where I am. That is no lie.
I do know where I want to go. That is the truth.
As for where we will end up though, that is not entirely in our hands. You can walk or you can run. You can skip or you can stagger. You can dance or you can march. There are many ways to take the path ahead.
There are many ways to go. Miles will stretch on forever in whatever direction I take, or you take. Or we take.
All I know is no matter how dark or how bright it is we must remember to take our journeys step by step.
I don’t know what our destinations will be.
But, I’m working to make mine beautiful.
What will you do?
The journey is where all the magic is. Never forget.
©2020 Jai Lynn
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(To all those doing NaNoWriMo, good luck!! <3)
There is a path stretched out behind you. It’s concrete made with no bends in sight. As straight and narrow as the length of a computer screen, the width of an office desk, and the depth of the manager’s suit covered gut. The sun is the color of a fluorescent light, and the air is as stuffy as a hot classroom. Expectations, rules, the conventional like shackles pressing down onto your shoulders and binding your feet to the floor.
There is a path curving ahead of you, serpentine and shifting. There is no way to know what is going to come at you next on that mist covered trail. It changes its shape at every turn depending on the decisions you make, and there will be many decisions to make. Monsters lurk in the depths, some friendly and some not. Different than the behemoths you’ve fought before. These are stronger, and will swat the weak at heart away with a single slap across the face. There’s no tradition on this path to hang across your shoulders, but there is no guidance either.
And don’t forget the paths stretching to either side. You could go right where all the noise of the roaring waves is. Take off your shoes and let the sand crowd around your toes. Let the water call you in closer and closer till it caresses your skin. Let the call draw you in further and further till its over your head and all you can live, see, breathe is ocean.
Or, you could go left into the silence of the woods. Trees will stand over you and their leaves will cover you from the rain, while burrows will protect you from the wind when the storm comes to call. You can stay as long as you wish but this path can run around and around in circles confusing even the most skilled travelers. Everything will start to look the same until you forget there was anything different before.
You can even sit down and stay just where you are. The safest spot of all… at first sight. This is the one with the greatest risk to gain the greatest loss.
So, chose wisely.
Beginnings aren’t hard,
they happen with every day.
But endings don’t appear
till there’s no more to say.
Middles are the odd ones,
trickier than the rest.
They’ll slip right through your fingers
illuminating you, when you’re not the best.
Between the beginning and the end
is where we lose the most.
When the destination fades
and the journey takes us to a rocky coast.
or wherever the path will show.
Dirt roads and hardwood floors
are more similar than you’d know.
You’d think there was direction
set into the world like stone,
but even steps into the ocean
will show you are not alone.
Go on weary traveler,
not all is lost.
Even the hottest, burning fire
gets bitten by the frost.
Stories go every way,
and sometimes even none.
Just because yours doesn’t match the others
doesn’t mean its less than what another’s done.
No matter how long it takes,
the end will be waiting for you.
Just enjoy the middle, because before you know it
the next adventure will begin anew.