I still search for pathways, as we once did. They are many and more to be found. Each one is different yet all seem the same, wearied old railways re-purposed, now green.

Some paths we choose and some paths are given.  Our hopes and dreams, intertwined with promises and good intentions all frought with potholes and trip hazards.  

Smile on the path whether chosen or not.  Hear the songs of the birds, smell the depth of the earth.  Be free, unencumbered by strife and worry. Take solace in the path.

Be free on your path. The troubles will come and go but the time spent on your path, whether chosen or not, defines you.  Walk it well, with joy and hope.  May courage of heart free your soul on the pathways of your life.