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Stuck at a crossroads

Shimmering mountain and bright lakes call my name into the great unknown. I have wandered to far to get caught in a crossroads with no right answer. If I go right towards society my life will be scattered and I will fall back into the viciousness of routine. I will fall backwards towards the life I ran away from. If I go left I will find the wild trees growing into the clouds and the forest ground covered in moss. I will eventually hit the ocean where I can sit upon soft white sand wishing for sunsets with answers. If I turn around and go back the way I came... Well ... I suppose I will have made this journey for no reason except to get lost. I will have wasted valuable time most would say. But who said at a cross roads you had to pick a path already created for you? Who said you couldn't... I don't know, make your own path? Bright, shining water and clouds so white and scattered across the sky like your favorite watercolor. I said forget the norm and made a new path.
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Written by
BriannaB4mf
32 / F / American
Published
Sep 20, 2015
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20·190
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#lost#thoughtful#nature#mind#wonder#wandering#mountains#stuck#crossroads#paths
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