On one hand, there is a path that leads to the comfortable and content life many dream for. This path has few hurdles outside of the infrequent event of loss and sadness. On the other side, however, there is the path of uncertainty and mystery. There is no specific goal in sight but the hope for an interesting story. A story that tells of the people you have met, loved, and touched along the way. Adventure brings stress and the fear of not knowing what to do next, yet there is always a next that can be altered as you travel. If you have found yourself beside a crashing shore, does the sea suit you well? If you have reached for the heavens and climbed to the height of those frosty alpine winds. Does the mountain you've perched yourself atop reach high enough? And do you feel your spirit is equal to the clouds that sprawl before your eyes? How about the city you find yourself hidden in despite the ten-million eyes all around?next that can be altered as you travel. If you have found yourself beside a crashing shore, does the sea suit you well? If you have reached for the heavens and climbed to the height of those frosty alpine winds. Does the mountain you've perched yourself atop reach high enough? And do you feel your spirit is equal to the clouds that sprawl before your eyes? How about the city you find yourself hidden in despite the ten-million eyes all around?
There is no pleasure to me in remaining content if there is a lack of colour around me and a choice at each crossroad. At each waking moment, choices are before us. Each of our decisions is permanent as no lack of an answer or change of mind is truly the same if you had made that choice initially. You are asked more often of the certainty of your decision; are you sure you want to do, see, be that way? You can't make the best choice every time. But you can make the choice you most feel is right as right at any moment is correct in your every other.
Letter to self
