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The Twisted Path
Converging in the woods one day, two creatures meet, perhaps to play. They see two paths they must confront, and one decides to be quite blunt.
"Which path do you choose, oh new woodland friend? The path that leads to twists and bends? Or will you choose the path thats smooth? The one that allows you to freely move?"
"Oh!", says the second creature fair. "I would choose the path right there. The path that's smooth, not twists and winds. I do not like to dodge the vines."
"The stones they trip and hurt my hooves. They bring me into paths of wolves. I do not wish to loose my life, nor have a form of loss or strife."
The first, he ponders this answer straight. It's something to which he can relate, having walked the paths more twisted. The ones that most have much resisted.
Seeing the chance for his soul to soothe, he bids farewel to his old groove. He says goodbye to his new friend as the smoother path he begins to wend.
His friend continues along his way, as always had until this day. Gliding along resistant to change. His life not wishing to re-arrange.
The two meet up come the new moon and in the coolness while nightshade blooms, begin to share their experience there where paths converge in woodland fair.
The first he greets his now old friend. The old friend sighs a signal sends. The first he asks of his friend why this signal he has sent this night.
"Oh, I am bored! He says to the first. "I do not hunger, I do not thirst. I cannot feel joy, cannot feel sorrow. This smoother path it feels so hollow."
The second having gone so smooth can feel the path, missing the old groove. And having heard the comments here, begins to grimace, begins to sneer.
And now says to the new old friend, "Perhaps there is purpose to twists and bends. Without them we become complacent be. Something to be said for walking free."
So the two look upon each other, and giving a nod they shake the tether and join together upon the path more twisted. The path that proves most resisted.
Together they walk and they find joy. Things that bother and annoy. Things that stumble the most stoic of heart. And more and more to each other impart.
Sharing along the way the sorrows. Looking forward to every single tomorrow. Each day a new adventure brings. New life to find, new songs to sing.
Let us all take that path most resisted. There is nothing wrong with a life twisted!
© 2013 Kari Shinal