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I am an Inspiration. By being, I am paving a pathway. For some to follow, to duplicate, to improve. But overtime, pathways erode. The cracks slowly become noticeable. And the path, not as even as it once was, breaks away, piece by piece. What was reliability, is now uncertainty. Do I step, unsure of sound ground? Questioning, yet I continue down this path. Because I learn, I learn everyday. A path is imperfect. There are no two alike. Similarities maybe, but an individual path, for a single walker. What once was, will never be again. Acceptance, and learned inspiration springs determination. To not let an eroding path, erode the soul that forged it.
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
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I am an Inspiration. By being, I am paving a pathway. For some to follow, to duplicate, to improve. But overtime, pathways erode. The cracks slowly become noticeable. And the path, not as even as it once was, breaks away, piece by piece. What was reliability, is now uncertainty. Do I step, unsure of sound ground? Questioning, yet I continue down this path. Because I learn, I learn everyday. A path is imperfect. There are no two alike. Similarities maybe, but an individual path, for a single walker. What once was, will never be again. Acceptance, and learned inspiration springs determination. To not let an eroding path, erode the soul that forged it.
saudia-r
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
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