Paths, to me, have always been symbolically fascinating.
So many destinations, known and unknown. Again, I recently found myself at another fork. This time, though, I stepped off the main trail I’ve been traversing for so long.
I used to take pride in avoiding main trails many years ago: my soul seems to rebel against them, wants to go its own way, not necessarily alone, just a different way, to explore the possibilities, to see how far, where to, those possibilities lead.
Not too long ago, I lost a friend among these trails, but found another. Then I lost him, too. So many legs I seem to walk alone, even when in a group.
When I first came to this latest fork, of course, there were no trail markers. There was never one on the main trail even: I just finally had a feeling it was a loop, and that I had been here again and again.
This other trail, even, I’ve passed before. It’s stayed in my mind and teased my heart. But this time, after a long, long pause, my feet seemed to have a mind of their own and tugged me along, away from that main trail.
A few steps in. Then a few more. Finally at that point where the divide gets blurred. I am not lost: I know well the way back to that main trail. But a sense of serenity now seems to fall upon me, as if this new trail leads home, a home I’ve never known.
So I think I’ll stay my new course even though I know not where it leads. Away from that old trail may be the only allure needed. I am in no hurry, enjoying all of the new scenery in all of its glory. Not sure if The Ranger allows such off-trail exploration; I realize I may be breaking the rules in this State Park of life.
This path seems natural though. The one meant for me. Perhaps intentionally now calling me in some grand, perfect timing. I don’t like the idea of Fate though: it seems to harshly clash with Free Will. I don’t mind Destiny, as it inspires me to become all I am capable of becoming.
So my steps down this new path are intentionally, yet naturally, slow. They are no longer hesitant though. These steps are brazen. My Hollywood Walk of Fame in the middle of The Woods. I’d carve my name in a tree, but I respect the tree too much. These steps are my first, it seems, like I’m just now learning to walk, taking my first steps toward growing into the me I was meant to be. The me I want to be. The me I choose to be.
Two things suddenly come into view. One is a weathered, worn trail marker, but I am finally able to make out its letters: Your Destiny. The other is a familiar greeting, a hello from the last friend I lost.
This leg of my journey is one I already treasure. My soul must agree because I’ve been sleeping so soundly under these stars. I know not what tomorrow brings. But I’ve never been more sure of the unknown…