I have traveled down the winding road and find myself in awe, that the beaten path leads not those who know their journey, but those who remain utterly lost.

The path we find enticing seems to us to be concrete. 

It's solidity and familiarity has been paved with good intentions, yet we follow by the stranglehold of knowing no other way. 

We stick to this path of "least resistance". 

One which we believe will take us us through life unscathed. 

But the wounds that we hide and the bruises we shelter are the lies that seep in through our feet. 

With every step we become more deeply enchained, our minds more cluttered with deception.

We walk this path believing to be free, only to reach the wall that is the climax of our turmoil.

We break under the weight of all we have been forced to carry.

And we silently scream out with the voice of a thousand armies:

What have I done wrong?

Who am I?

Where am I supposed to be?

And the scariest part is when we come to the realization that in order to find these things we must step blindly off the path we thought we knew.

We discover the path of least resistance is a path unseen. 

A path never before traveled because it has been waiting only for us.

And though we may take the chance upon this new path, we struggle with the thought of returning to the familiar.

Returning to the lies we were told and the heaviness that once crushed us because at least then we could see the path. 

But as we choose to blindly follow it begins to become apparent that sometimes the most concrete and truthful things, are the things you cannot see.

......and so we follow.

We follow until we are in the freedom of knowing no other way.