When a river makes its way to the ocean, it creates a habitat that can either be full of life and wonder. Or can be a short and so rough that its nearly impossible for life to flourish. But in both cases life is present. Life is always changing. Its a law of life that is out of my control. Adapting to its environment.
Rough Rivers smoothing the beds of rock it passes, tumbling smaller jagged rocks to baby bum smooth stones, cutting its way over time into large bends, creating "s" patterns in the crust of the earth. Always creating a straighter, gradual, way down.
These paths that are created by nature.
Paths created by humans are meant for travel. Almost like rivers, point a, connecting to point b.
The more populated areas have a grid of paths connecting to every possible area within the grid. paths become roads, roads become highways, highways become express ways.
These changes happen over time. Time helping the colonization of an area.
Paths also have a different meaning to humans. The path of good, a nun helping the sick. Evil, terrorists killing the weak to gain strength off the fearful. Wealthy, the hard worker saving money to retire young. Poverty, the poor trying to survive in a harsh world.
All paths are created for a reason, and changed for a purpose.
I am following a path that I have created, its a path molded and shaped by my experiences. I dont know what is around the next bend, but I do know I am paving the way there. I can choose my way, and directions are an option in the roads of life.
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