You must get on the path
You start somewhere, pretty much like everyone else, sometime in your budding adulthood.
You may set out with a bang, thinking you’ll conquer this thing called life, or opt for a stroll. It may feel like you’re standing in a field of possibilities, filled with thrill; or it may be tinged with a dose of fear and anxiety – will you make it? Will you be safe? Will you reach the promised peak?
It doesn’t really matter. You must get on the path. This is the rule of life.
You may wind your way up a gentle hill, or yours may be a steep mountain. You may run along lush riverbanks, or rugged coast, through a thick forest, or along the sandy beach. You may run into thunderstorms, or gentle rain, smell the musty air, the breezy sea.
You keep going. That is the rule of life.
Others may join you, some lock hands and walk with you. Some carry you a part of the way, some drop you to the ground like a bulky log and run. You keep going.
Your heart swells with love, shrinks in pain. Your legs get weary, your hair turns grey. You may speed up, or slow down.
It doesn’t really matter. You keep going.