© 2010 Lynsey

313 – Turning from the path

In the middle of the road of my life
I awoke in the dark wood
with no path I could see anywhere
. — Dante La Commedia Divina

Red billed gulls tried to pick out some warmth and security from the howling winds today. One of them would not settle for the path at all, turning away from the rest of the flock.

Takes a force of nature or a liberal dose of courage to turn away from the crowd, to strike out alone. So few people ever stretch out into finding their own voice, reluctant to leave the path. It seems a sad waste to go to the grave with your song unsung.

06. Every day you make choices.
13. Every day be better than you were the day before.
23. Every day retain your personal power. It belongs to you. No one else.

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