how do i find a pathway in life when i’ve taken so many of the wrong ones?
it’s frusterating to try and pick up the pieces you so carefully laid out – and attempt to live again on a complete different plain of thought.
which path and where?
will anybody ever be able to truly tell me?
js
I walk down a path that I can’ see the end of.
I know God is leading me down this path, and walking beside me. He has put obstacles on this path, to test me, and teach me what he feels I must know. He has me meet people on this path that I need in my life. The path is not straight, but God knows where I’m going, even when I do not.
Bob
A path a road something you can´t fight in your life, some place to go. Maybe you don´t know about the path but it’s 100% sure that one day ull get to your destination. Perhaps the road is rocky but the result is great
Brenda
I took a path down the wrong road, and ended up in a drug barron world. Police have no power in the depths of this corrupt sea. I choose to bring this place back to a normal living.
James Gillock
sylvia plath. my friend got a tattoo of one of her poems on her wrist. i didn’t really want her to, but there was no way to talk her out of it. i believe the reason she got it was so every time she wanted to slit her wrists she’d have something worth while to think about.
esly
The path i took on the way to my house was very very ridged and ugly looking. like a cat. a bad cat that eats rats and poops on virgins with it’s genitals. But anyway digressing back to the path, i was walking on it and there was a man in a trench coat eating blueberry pancakes. yeah =) ilike blueberries.
miguel
road way trail woods destiny desination calling indians will guide you path
amanda Boone
YOUR PATH IS NEVER KNOWN. YOU CAN CHOOSE YOUR OWN PATH SO IT WILL GO AS YOU WILL. PATHS ARE NOT DESTINED YOU CAN CAN DEFINE YOUR PATH AND HOW AND WHERE IT WILL END. HOW YOU WALK ALONG THE PATH IS YOUR CHOICE. WHO WILL YOU BECOME IN YOUR PATH?
lorena
The road not taken, the passage, the beaten or unbeaten, trekked, treaded upon, footsteps, walkway, destiny, fate.
Brianna
I walked along the path to find something that I didn’t expect. Of course, if I were walking along the path TO find something that I didn’t expect, I must have been expecting it, somehow. Despite this paradox, I kept walking, until I ran into a witch, who tried to turn me into a frog.
Dave
the path diverged in a narrow wood –
..no, no.
i refuse to make this into a botch-up of Frost’s poem.
..
the path led to a castle instead.
it’s drawbridge was down, the moat long empty, the shrubbery overgrown, the king and queen dead.
remnants of the castles golden days hung on the walls, in the form of intricate tapestries –
but it didn’t really matter.
no one visited anymore.
life had left the palace,
never to return.
chryste.
i follow down it quickly to get to where i want to go.. I can use a map to get to the desired place. it sounds like pathogens, which generally is connected with bad things… Im not sure if the one im on is correct but i sure want to know whats at thge end of it. walking is not for me i llike running
matt
I was walking along the right path when a stranger knocked me over. He deceived me and set me on the wrong path. I run back. It’s too late. This is my final fate. My destiny that leads to nowhere…
illusions
The way to go. Your destiny or fate. The choice you make. Your decision. How you choose is up to you. The path you take is your decision only.
illusions
i followed the path through the trees, unsure where it would go. no one had used it in some time, it was clearly forgotten. the trees, plants that surely used to frame it’s curves; now overgrown and taking over.
heather
and so I walked down it.
C.P.
the road you take in life. i’m on the wrong one, and i can’t find the way i’m supposed to be going. not to say i’d like to be on the right one, it’s much more interesting being lost. but also lonely. i’m too indecisive.
natalie
The race, running along beside horses is done. I suppose it should seem more saddening since I knew that his path would never be as long as most people’s are. But its the same, I think. Always the same. Numb until the tears fly behind me as I keep running to meet them at the finish line.
Millie
a place of existance between places apart of the journey and a choice to create the letter why and an offer
brandon
The path is what we all strive for. A path is what we all have, though we do not see it, we feel it. A path can mean many things, to some it is a goal. To others it is the grudging movement of life. To me it is what I long for, yet wish to expel. A path creates somewhat peace, though a path only limits you to its borders.
Jason
wrong one
right one
forked path
which one should you take
the one that looks easy or the one with the twists and turns in it I have no clue, does anyone, who knows i guess no one does
dana
There was a path to the door that went from the street. Past the past was a forest of tall oak trees with no sky in sight. Past the forest was a meadow with beautiful flowers for as far as the eye can see.
Dave
i sometimes consider my path. is it the right one? i’m sure that’s not unusual. where am i going? why am i going there? i don’t know any of these. i must learn.
john
The path in life is not always easy… there are hard paths, easy paths, and every day paths… you have to take each as if they are your last because you never DO know when you will reach the end. You have to have a path in life in order to know exactly what you want, if you follow that path you will surely succeed. Paths are important…
Krystle
journey into the darkness before the dawn, wind shades my mind into countless stars beyond the horizon. Faint blemishes arise behind a moonlit eternity and darkness falls again. I wonder aimlessly inside the walls of the sin.
Andy H
so i’m following this path and at the end of the path there’s a rabbit. i don’t know what the rabbit is doing there it’s just looking at me like it knows something that i don’t. it’s sniffing it’s nose at me so i hesistate but go up to it. it doesn’t react to my presense, but just sits there. it’s as if time has stopped except for me.
hannah
the path to life is not always an easy one. sometimes you must think before you act becauce if you don’t have the right directions, you may have the wrong path.
alex tait
A way in which one follows. A direction of a movement. A line of travel. Walking through the woods, the ground below you is worn bare. The trail you leave behind
Jeremy Ellis
walk it. it isn’t yours, odds are. The path you really want you won’t see until waaaaaay too late. When you get on the path you want and need, it will no longer be the same path. Others are on their path.
wmgabe74
A path is what leads us to where we want to go. A path can also lead us to places we are interested to learn more about. However the darker the path the more nervous we are to trust it.
Erin
I looked at the path ahead of me. It was long. I could tell that already. I just wan’t sure if it was the right decision. I still don’t know if it was. Either way, I took it. The path was shorter than I had expected, althought it still took weeks to follow. As I went, I had a contentment that one gets from having a purpose, at least for awhile. I didn’t think about what I would do next. I did not reminince of my past mistakes or good decisions. I simply was. I loooked all around me- at the beauty of everything. I walked, I listened, I thought about myself.
Grace
The path of least resistance is the one that all too many take. The road less travelled is the road less travelled for a reason. It may not be a bed or roses down there. A troublesome path may reap big rewards.
Bob Stewart
The path diverges into myriad roads. And yet, you can’t quite decide which one to take. To take one is to sign an unbreakable contract, to not take one is to hover on a void of nothingness for as long as long extends.
Sometimes, choices are more hindering than useful.
Simplicity beckons, calls, holds out its welcoming arms. But it fades away — an illusion, nothing more — to complexity, which is all but glaring daggers at you, coaxing shivers from your every hapless fiber of your very being. Nonetheless, you make your decision. You step onto one path and continue on.
But you get the sinking feeling that, someday, you’ll regret. Deeply, horrifically, terribly.
There’s eloquence in torment, after all.
Nyx
the one road that everyone crosses and the endless dreams and thoughts that stream through our souls indulging us all enforcing us to pick and choose various roads in our lives. Always looking forward and never looking back. In which time we all live in regret, nothing to consider
shelly
it has to be taken for some reason for some necessary reasons and a path is a road could take you same possible outcomes that you do not expect so you just have to accept it and look at the other new two paths before you.
howard
I fell, I got up, I fell again. I laid there. I just laid there. I saw nothing around me. There were things around me. I saw nothing. I fell. I fell further. It was over. No black, no white, no grey.
Adam Stephenson
path. paths are awesome. you can walk on them. i think people should go on paths more often becaus4 they lead you somewhere great. SOmetimes it can be a mystery. other times, it can be known. I was on a path once. i t waas really fun. I walked. Yeah, i walked for a long time. It was cool. i think patths are neat becuase you can look around at the scerey and its pretty cool.
Joe Neal
I found a path on the way to my house in the woods. It ran very far down in the distance. There was feces all over the path. I decided to investigate. As I walked down the path, I found many things. Many unspeakable things. Like more feces and a dead baby. This frightened me.
Charlie
is colouring itself through dumbness
Fernando
i walk a path of life, where it leads you don’t know. Is it dangerous, yes, is it fun, yes. Are there good time, yes, but they out weigh the bad ones. I love to laugh, cry and feel. The path is where starts, but where it ends?
how do i find a pathway in life when i’ve taken so many of the wrong ones?
it’s frusterating to try and pick up the pieces you so carefully laid out – and attempt to live again on a complete different plain of thought.
which path and where?
will anybody ever be able to truly tell me?
I walk down a path that I can’ see the end of.
I know God is leading me down this path, and walking beside me. He has put obstacles on this path, to test me, and teach me what he feels I must know. He has me meet people on this path that I need in my life. The path is not straight, but God knows where I’m going, even when I do not.
A path a road something you can´t fight in your life, some place to go. Maybe you don´t know about the path but it’s 100% sure that one day ull get to your destination. Perhaps the road is rocky but the result is great
I took a path down the wrong road, and ended up in a drug barron world. Police have no power in the depths of this corrupt sea. I choose to bring this place back to a normal living.
sylvia plath. my friend got a tattoo of one of her poems on her wrist. i didn’t really want her to, but there was no way to talk her out of it. i believe the reason she got it was so every time she wanted to slit her wrists she’d have something worth while to think about.
The path i took on the way to my house was very very ridged and ugly looking. like a cat. a bad cat that eats rats and poops on virgins with it’s genitals. But anyway digressing back to the path, i was walking on it and there was a man in a trench coat eating blueberry pancakes. yeah =) ilike blueberries.
road way trail woods destiny desination calling indians will guide you path
YOUR PATH IS NEVER KNOWN. YOU CAN CHOOSE YOUR OWN PATH SO IT WILL GO AS YOU WILL. PATHS ARE NOT DESTINED YOU CAN CAN DEFINE YOUR PATH AND HOW AND WHERE IT WILL END. HOW YOU WALK ALONG THE PATH IS YOUR CHOICE. WHO WILL YOU BECOME IN YOUR PATH?
The road not taken, the passage, the beaten or unbeaten, trekked, treaded upon, footsteps, walkway, destiny, fate.
I walked along the path to find something that I didn’t expect. Of course, if I were walking along the path TO find something that I didn’t expect, I must have been expecting it, somehow. Despite this paradox, I kept walking, until I ran into a witch, who tried to turn me into a frog.
the path diverged in a narrow wood –
..no, no.
i refuse to make this into a botch-up of Frost’s poem.
..
the path led to a castle instead.
it’s drawbridge was down, the moat long empty, the shrubbery overgrown, the king and queen dead.
remnants of the castles golden days hung on the walls, in the form of intricate tapestries –
but it didn’t really matter.
no one visited anymore.
life had left the palace,
never to return.
i follow down it quickly to get to where i want to go.. I can use a map to get to the desired place. it sounds like pathogens, which generally is connected with bad things… Im not sure if the one im on is correct but i sure want to know whats at thge end of it. walking is not for me i llike running
I was walking along the right path when a stranger knocked me over. He deceived me and set me on the wrong path. I run back. It’s too late. This is my final fate. My destiny that leads to nowhere…
The way to go. Your destiny or fate. The choice you make. Your decision. How you choose is up to you. The path you take is your decision only.
i followed the path through the trees, unsure where it would go. no one had used it in some time, it was clearly forgotten. the trees, plants that surely used to frame it’s curves; now overgrown and taking over.
and so I walked down it.
the road you take in life. i’m on the wrong one, and i can’t find the way i’m supposed to be going. not to say i’d like to be on the right one, it’s much more interesting being lost. but also lonely. i’m too indecisive.
The race, running along beside horses is done. I suppose it should seem more saddening since I knew that his path would never be as long as most people’s are. But its the same, I think. Always the same. Numb until the tears fly behind me as I keep running to meet them at the finish line.
a place of existance between places apart of the journey and a choice to create the letter why and an offer
The path is what we all strive for. A path is what we all have, though we do not see it, we feel it. A path can mean many things, to some it is a goal. To others it is the grudging movement of life. To me it is what I long for, yet wish to expel. A path creates somewhat peace, though a path only limits you to its borders.
wrong one
right one
forked path
which one should you take
the one that looks easy or the one with the twists and turns in it I have no clue, does anyone, who knows i guess no one does
There was a path to the door that went from the street. Past the past was a forest of tall oak trees with no sky in sight. Past the forest was a meadow with beautiful flowers for as far as the eye can see.
i sometimes consider my path. is it the right one? i’m sure that’s not unusual. where am i going? why am i going there? i don’t know any of these. i must learn.
The path in life is not always easy… there are hard paths, easy paths, and every day paths… you have to take each as if they are your last because you never DO know when you will reach the end. You have to have a path in life in order to know exactly what you want, if you follow that path you will surely succeed. Paths are important…
journey into the darkness before the dawn, wind shades my mind into countless stars beyond the horizon. Faint blemishes arise behind a moonlit eternity and darkness falls again. I wonder aimlessly inside the walls of the sin.
so i’m following this path and at the end of the path there’s a rabbit. i don’t know what the rabbit is doing there it’s just looking at me like it knows something that i don’t. it’s sniffing it’s nose at me so i hesistate but go up to it. it doesn’t react to my presense, but just sits there. it’s as if time has stopped except for me.
the path to life is not always an easy one. sometimes you must think before you act becauce if you don’t have the right directions, you may have the wrong path.
A way in which one follows. A direction of a movement. A line of travel. Walking through the woods, the ground below you is worn bare. The trail you leave behind
walk it. it isn’t yours, odds are. The path you really want you won’t see until waaaaaay too late. When you get on the path you want and need, it will no longer be the same path. Others are on their path.
A path is what leads us to where we want to go. A path can also lead us to places we are interested to learn more about. However the darker the path the more nervous we are to trust it.
I looked at the path ahead of me. It was long. I could tell that already. I just wan’t sure if it was the right decision. I still don’t know if it was. Either way, I took it. The path was shorter than I had expected, althought it still took weeks to follow. As I went, I had a contentment that one gets from having a purpose, at least for awhile. I didn’t think about what I would do next. I did not reminince of my past mistakes or good decisions. I simply was. I loooked all around me- at the beauty of everything. I walked, I listened, I thought about myself.
The path of least resistance is the one that all too many take. The road less travelled is the road less travelled for a reason. It may not be a bed or roses down there. A troublesome path may reap big rewards.
The path diverges into myriad roads. And yet, you can’t quite decide which one to take. To take one is to sign an unbreakable contract, to not take one is to hover on a void of nothingness for as long as long extends.
Sometimes, choices are more hindering than useful.
Simplicity beckons, calls, holds out its welcoming arms. But it fades away — an illusion, nothing more — to complexity, which is all but glaring daggers at you, coaxing shivers from your every hapless fiber of your very being. Nonetheless, you make your decision. You step onto one path and continue on.
But you get the sinking feeling that, someday, you’ll regret. Deeply, horrifically, terribly.
There’s eloquence in torment, after all.
the one road that everyone crosses and the endless dreams and thoughts that stream through our souls indulging us all enforcing us to pick and choose various roads in our lives. Always looking forward and never looking back. In which time we all live in regret, nothing to consider
it has to be taken for some reason for some necessary reasons and a path is a road could take you same possible outcomes that you do not expect so you just have to accept it and look at the other new two paths before you.
I fell, I got up, I fell again. I laid there. I just laid there. I saw nothing around me. There were things around me. I saw nothing. I fell. I fell further. It was over. No black, no white, no grey.
path. paths are awesome. you can walk on them. i think people should go on paths more often becaus4 they lead you somewhere great. SOmetimes it can be a mystery. other times, it can be known. I was on a path once. i t waas really fun. I walked. Yeah, i walked for a long time. It was cool. i think patths are neat becuase you can look around at the scerey and its pretty cool.
I found a path on the way to my house in the woods. It ran very far down in the distance. There was feces all over the path. I decided to investigate. As I walked down the path, I found many things. Many unspeakable things. Like more feces and a dead baby. This frightened me.
is colouring itself through dumbness
i walk a path of life, where it leads you don’t know. Is it dangerous, yes, is it fun, yes. Are there good time, yes, but they out weigh the bad ones. I love to laugh, cry and feel. The path is where starts, but where it ends?