To walk the road alone. The road is paved, others go before me, but a cold wind blows and I pull my thick sweater around my body. I have a sweater. I stare into the sky, my mind wandering. I do not know where I travel and I question where I came from. The season is early Fall and there are sprinkles of changes. Oh yes, change will come. It always has and always will. The only thing to stay the same is change.
And I have things to do that will not be done and things I’ve done that I should not have bothered with. It is these moments of great wondering and wonderment that I see it all so clearly. For in my confusion of meaning, there are those that are all that matter. They are the ones I love and want and those that will always be because they are part of what makes me me.
Was I what I was made to be? I ask the one who did make me. It all came and is going so very quickly down this road that I do not know where it leads, but it leads so ever quickly. When I started, there was no thought but now it is all that consumes me. The virtues that are of another world, to what lives on. Now I see. Did I love for love or did I serve just me?