I often wonder how my walk would be in another's shoes. Would it be smoother, faster, and with the path clearly laid? Or would it be like walking in eggshells, or a tightrope perhaps? Crossing mountains of daggers with my tattered footwear.
Would I be burning bridges after I traverse them? Or walking a plank to a dastardly end? Would I be walking the talk, as I speak dreams of wonder? A walk with thousands following my footsteps.
Would I get lost in my walks to memory lane? Dwelling on the thought of trekking the paths less travelled. Is it a walk where I hold someone's hand, as theirs hold mine? Or a bitter cold one where my feet gets frostbitten?
I wonder and keep wondering these walks of life. That I only noticed, there's only a few steps in mine. The path is not clearly laid, but I know my direction. The goal is in the horizon, but I really must take a step.
So I gathered my musings and put them in my pocket. And I... walk.
I'm in a four year college course, and I've basically finished all my subjects... except for one. My thesis.
It has really been a difficult journey for me to finish it, still is a difficult one. I've barely started on it, and it seems that I'm self sabotaging myself to not graduate.
I only recently found the motivation and will to finish it, and I hope it will stay there.