So, I've been thinking a lot about paths lately. The various paths we take in life. How they lead us away from some people... towards others. How the choices we make change the path we're on... sometimes without us even realizing it &, more often than not, before we've quite noticed.
I suppose this is a concept that all people grapple with from time to time.... how many songs and poems have prognosticated on this very topic?
Oddly enough, it's a topic that's amazingly profound... and terribly simplistic at the same time.
Maybe that's why it's the subject of so much thought?...
And then, there's the journey itself. And that churns up a whole new set of thoughts and feelings. Life is never set. It's always moving; we're always moving. That much is certain. And, we must be willing to move with it. Being left behind is never a fun prospect, but as I've moved through my life, I've come to believe that it's not really possible. Life has a way of yanking you along, whether you want to go or not.
I think most of our troubles arise when we hold on to people, places and times when their place in our lives are long past. When we cling to those old treasures. It's that, that's the hardest thing to do, I believe. To let go, willingly... even, happily.... or perhaps merely with acceptance.
Anyway, nothing too profound or new in the spectrum of ideas. Just something that's been zipping around my head as of late.