Trampling Through the Weeds
Sometimes, I wish it could be as
simple as following a beacon,
to have someone with a lantern
guiding my way through this life
to be one of those folks who finished
college and followed their career track
to retirement, no twists and turns to
navigate, no changing course mid-stride.
What must that feel like,
walking a mown path through
this fragile system of lies,
security?
With benefits and steady income,
a consistent schedule and routine,
or is it stagnation?
Always the same tired thing.
Other times, I’m grateful for these
adventures I keep having,
for new side quests taking me into
territories never explored as I draw
a map with crooked
lines and s p i r a l s,
holding my own lantern to light the way,
relying on
hope for each next step,
living an uncharted life.
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“a map with crooked lines and spirals” i love this way of looking at life’s turns! keep that lantern lighting the forward path!
This tells a story, and I love that it ends with you holding your own lantern.
I like how the lantern becomes your own by the end of the story, not one helpd by another as wished at the beginning.
Brilliant!
Yes! to:
a map with crooked
lines and s p i r a l s,
holding my own lantern to light the way,
relying on
hope for each next step,
living an uncharted life.