There are many paths in this world. Some are long and some are short. Some paths twist and turn in ways unforeseeable and others carry on straight for their entire length. Sometimes we share paths and sometimes we meet at an intersection, stop for a few moments, and carry on in the direction we were heading. Sometimes we change paths because the one we thought we would always lead isn’t the right one for us.
As of now, my path is diverging in ways I never imagined it would. I have always been indecisive, regretting one path while knowing full well that the same regret would come if I had taken the other path. But, to live a life without regret would be meaningless. What I wish I had done becomes the basis for what I plan to do. What I wish I could change, I will change.
I’m reaching out to you, but you’re walking too fast. I do not wish to trail behind you any longer. Won’t you stop for just second, look back, and take my hand? You’re close, but it’s not enough. It’s lonely when I’m not by your side. It’s lonely because I cannot reach you.
There are many paths in this world. Some are created and some are destroyed with every passing second. Sometimes, when we are fortunate, we will meet someone along our path that will change us forever. Sometimes, as you walk along the path with that someone, you’ll feel like everything is in place and sometimes, you’ll find that your paths do no coincide and eventually you’ll be off to your own worlds.
I’m tired of the twist and turns, tired of my path never quite touching yours.
Open your eyes a little and free me from this labyrinth.