| I finally became too busy today and snapped. I started walking. I chose south, or maybe south chose me. I don't recall if it was a conscious decision or not. I looked for the biggest obstacle I could find, the hill in the distance would do nicely. I kept walking. I had at some point made a decision to act and not to be. I became an automaton, not thinking, not seeing, not stopping, plodding towards a goal that I did not choose to choose. I saw friends fall by the wayside as I strove to the distance. Until I fell. Staring at the dirt, and the leaves, and the fallen trees, I realized that living is more than acting. There was beauty beyond my control, depth beyond my understanding, places I could not go. The path became real, and for once I saw it's beauty. |
