choose yours, but don’t burn others’
veer when needed, but don’t be afraid to remain
life is choice
don’t ever let anyone
ever
tell you any different
this one is short
you might get more,
you might not
couldn’t hurt to treat this like the last
pave with love
and run,
don’t walk
Grant Barnum, Jr.
She started down the long path towards the lake. The sun shone through the pines and warmed the top of her head. Birds sang in the boughs of the trees and in her heart, her load was lightened as she walked.
The past few months had been long and hard. This trip was truly what she needed…a respite from the grueling days that preceeded the trip. Thank God they’d been able to afford this. She thought she may have lost her mind, if she hadn’t been able to get away.
Alex had lost lost both legs in Iraq. Her only son, now confined to a wheelchair while his prothetics were being made. The pain of watching his grueling journey had torn at her heart. This was never the way she thought his life would turn out and what was she to do now? He needed her so much!
My gosh…when is 60 seconds over?
Julie LaBelle
The path of life is one way of interpreting and reading an otherwise mundane word. It’s the kind of word that means everything and nothing… a signifier for all manner of deep and meaningful things, without actually enlightening anyone or anything. It’s the kind of word that both inspires and depresses. For those who get excited by Hallmark cards, this is the kind of powerful word that tells much. For the rest of us, it’s a hollow and rather facile noun. “Path” suggests a way, a route, a direction. But it says nothing about the destination, the means or the purpose. it’s a word to love. And a word to hate.
Peter
Apparently I’m walking the same PATH as yesterday. Boo.
M
the path continues to appear when i least expect it in a dream in the mountains in the sea–i am the path–you are the path==we are the path dandelions and gingkos the promise of beers from a
stranger so many places to travel so many people to meet life is in fact pretty cool and the writing always the writing
sand
the path to victory. Victory in life, victory with oneself. The victory of being oneself. Paths we take. The paths we draw. The paths that we will not be taking. The paths that we will miss, terrible paths and beautiful paths. The paths taken by others.
santiago
The path to success is difficult but the journey at the end is relishing. You find self reliance winning over all odds. Carve a path so that torch of civilization can burn for ever.
Happy hardworking.Do it for others. Set a path.
Ujjval Buch
tip-toe, tip-toe
should I tred or no?
the road isn’t always clear
but I enjoy dirt between my toes
ateThirteen
My path in life started rocky. My mother was not the most picture perfect. It all started when I was in 4 grade. We moved to a new house. As my brother and I finished carrying in our designated boxes. We decided to play a board game. My mother, half way into our game, didn’t think this was ok. She started yelling and her face started to get red. She past my brother, reached out and grabbed me by the hair. She threw me to the other side of the room. I started to cry.
Amanda
The path is a country dirt road that winds slowly uphill and around a bend. There is a large maple tree on the left side of the path that displays the bright red of autumn foliage. Some of the leaves fall and scatter on the gentle breeze. On the right side of the path is a field of corn that has turned brown and brittle and it rustles as you walk past. Follow the path to an old weather-beaten house with the soft grey wooden siding that the wind and rain and snow of years have created where once there was white paint. You see that the front door is ajar. Go inside and you notice a set of stairs leading down into the basement below. Take the stairs, slowly at first and as you are able to see better you are able to go more quickly. There are about seven steps and at last you reach the bottom which is the painted concrete floor of the basement. On your right is a work bench made of wood that has been painted white. It has the comforting distress marks of a well-used work area. There are still a few tools on the bench and you notice that they all seem to be tools that would be used by a carpenter or someone who works in wood as a sculptur. You see a lathe, chisels of various sizes, a plane, a level and also a wooden box of nails and a small hand saw. On the wall above the work bench is a small shelf where two empty terra cotta flower pots are stacked together next to another pot that contains a geranium plant with leaves but without any flowers. On the wall in front of you is another entrance to the basement, a storm cellar type of door and entrance. The door at the top of the entrance is closed but is not a tight door and so there are some areas where daylight is seeping through and making light patterns of the cellar floor. There is a cool flow of air. To your left is a huge old coal furnace that is not running. There is a coal chute opening next to the storm cellar doorway and it leads to a pile of coal that half fills a recepticle beneath the coal chute. A small window is in the wall to the right of the storm cellar opening. Beneath the window, attached to the wall by brackets, is a small wooden shelf with three empty greenish-blue Mason jars sitting on it. Their lids sit in a pile next to them. There is a faded red and white gingham valance on this window. Beneath the window is a white wooden shelf unit that has more empty Mason jars but these are the typical clear uncolored glass ones. There is a cardboard box with lids. There are four or five dusty jars containing canned peaches. Each of these details is symbolic of something in your own psyche, something with meaning for you. Look around and see what else is in the basement. What do these things mean?
Terrie
the idea of a path is that it leads you somewhere, that there is a destination at the end. there isn’t. a path is merely a way to explore, something to follow for a while before it deviates to another path, and to another – there is no set destination, just a way of walking for the time being. thinking of a path as a means to an end doesn’t allow you to see the wonders go by as you walk on it – it doesn’t allow you to be amazed by the discoveries you make on it.
Haven
path means pathy like feeling and going a certain way with your feelings a pathology or antipathy.
tristan saldana
What path do we take? The one we think is right for us or the path our family and environment have manoeuvred us in?
Too many times we think it’s our own choice. Only to look back years later and discover that we have been living the life our environment wants us to live.
Suddenly we wonder why we’re not happy. Where have we gone wrong?
Take your time. Find your path. Discard criticism or laughter; it’s your life. You only live it once so you better make sure you take the path that is there especially for you.
And there is such a path. Go out and look for it. Don’t worry about taking the wrong one; you can always change the path you’re on. The direction is not written in blood. Nothing is.
You’ll know when you have found the right path. You’ll know.
ejab
path path path…I like math… and the cast…away that doesn’t rhyme with path! YAY!
Zach
i really want to catch the mean of thing, im still finding the way, this path…
francesco
breadcrumb on my website. i know, where i am. haensel and gretel lost it. pathfinder – what will it discover?
connymaniac
Everybody pushes me foward, as the road forks, and infinite tiny paths scatter out accross the land. They push me on more, hurting me as they shove harder, and I stumble onto one path, now all there is to do, is see what lies at the end.
Sophie
Together with everything and nothing between us,
You are the whole soul goal me you,
Universal universal union,
Blending in matter,
Journeying harmony, journeying harmony.
john
Im lost on this path. I dont know where to go. I have two choices. But which one do I take? They both look the same. But yet they are so different. Will someone think different of me if I take that one? Or will they think different of me if I take the other one? Choices are hell. Peoples opinions matter to me.
Megan
the path to the penis is a long path because my penis is a long penis PENIS PENIS PENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENIS
Penis
There’s a path I have to find but the land is just so overgrown. So instead, I sit in my room and watch movies as I silently mouth along to the dialogue. The search continues…
Mark Clarke
you can choose from a certain amount of paths each day and you are the only one who was control to decide where those paths may take you. you can take the easy path, dangerous path, scary path, or long path but whichever path you take you will always learn a lesson and have something to take with you when you reach the end of your path.
melanee
either you take it or you dont, pretty straight forward, maybe hard easy a trick be cautious can lead to graet things or horrors
alex
my life is a path as far as i can see. all we do is walk down lifes path looking at where it will take us. know one knows the true path or where it will lead us to in the end but we hope for the best
Josh
i saw the path, shiney and cold before my very eyes. its was beautiful, i was bewildered. but should i follow? I loved adventure, but should i let my heart guide my head? Yes.
Curiousity killed the cat, but did the cat find out what it wanted?
Margo D.
road, follow me, life
Janie
the way to some place, This is where I can go to reach my destiny. This is what I take each day, so I don’t get lost. I set a path. A path for someone else to follow, and here I am following someone else’s path. This is life. This is a circle. And I love leading and following. Lovely path to fun and wisdom
k
path is the thing you take the thing you sweep when its covered over by snow or leaves…. or time. are you on the right path? i know that i’m not. you need to know where it leads. or is it good enough to just enjoy it.
matt
Take the path that your heart leads you upon.
Susan V. Williams
take it down and follow it till you find the dog that takes you to see the cows that get milked by the farmer and his daughter and their son. they have a red farm with chickens on the inside. they farm has a big X on the door because they dont want ghosts to get in and talk to the chicken
bl
the path to glory is often traveled but hardly attained by those who seek it.
Irf
I decided to take the path on my right side. It was red and shady, but i took it. The other path had homeless people littered up and down it and I was quite afraid, which is why i went right. After all, it’s right, which is the same as being right. The path led to a beautiful castle and inside I found unicorns making love and being silly like drunk humans.
k
There are many paths in life. The path of success, failure, love, courage etc Indeed paths are integral to a man/woman’s life.
Zalo
it leads down through the wood to a hidden pool, green with age but with a single iris growing in its centre, a safe place, a secret place a place of wonder.
m everitt
The way I see it, it’s a choice.
Why follow it? Each point, a thousand routes, a thousand directions.
Why follow something as cliché as a path?
Whatever for?
Secured safety, maybe. But I don’t need that.
Adder
road following, leading down towards – what? what am I looking for? Must my road be paved, must it be calculated and dissected for every inch. I’ve convinced myself this, that if I have no planner I can have no travel route. But I don’t drive with a map (and I am often lost) but the ends are the important thing, right? Wrong?
Roslainda Albrecht
really is this the only word they have how lame, not ecxiting at all, really…
eartha
stupid fucks i got path agian are there any other words out ther or is this like the only meaning ful one word response thing they could come up with, maybe it’s just the computer, o well how unintinteresting it all is, o well
eartha
The path we are given in life is the path we do not choose. We live by choice but truly have no choice. Pressure arises along this path to become something of greatness,… a legend of some sort… but what path is this?… Where does this come into play on my path?
Chance
dont think just write. don’t walk just float. float on and never think about him again. as much as your paths intersected, they could never be parallel to each other
choose yours, but don’t burn others’
veer when needed, but don’t be afraid to remain
life is choice
don’t ever let anyone
ever
tell you any different
this one is short
you might get more,
you might not
couldn’t hurt to treat this like the last
pave with love
and run,
don’t walk
She started down the long path towards the lake. The sun shone through the pines and warmed the top of her head. Birds sang in the boughs of the trees and in her heart, her load was lightened as she walked.
The past few months had been long and hard. This trip was truly what she needed…a respite from the grueling days that preceeded the trip. Thank God they’d been able to afford this. She thought she may have lost her mind, if she hadn’t been able to get away.
Alex had lost lost both legs in Iraq. Her only son, now confined to a wheelchair while his prothetics were being made. The pain of watching his grueling journey had torn at her heart. This was never the way she thought his life would turn out and what was she to do now? He needed her so much!
My gosh…when is 60 seconds over?
The path of life is one way of interpreting and reading an otherwise mundane word. It’s the kind of word that means everything and nothing… a signifier for all manner of deep and meaningful things, without actually enlightening anyone or anything. It’s the kind of word that both inspires and depresses. For those who get excited by Hallmark cards, this is the kind of powerful word that tells much. For the rest of us, it’s a hollow and rather facile noun. “Path” suggests a way, a route, a direction. But it says nothing about the destination, the means or the purpose. it’s a word to love. And a word to hate.
Apparently I’m walking the same PATH as yesterday. Boo.
the path continues to appear when i least expect it in a dream in the mountains in the sea–i am the path–you are the path==we are the path dandelions and gingkos the promise of beers from a
stranger so many places to travel so many people to meet life is in fact pretty cool and the writing always the writing
the path to victory. Victory in life, victory with oneself. The victory of being oneself. Paths we take. The paths we draw. The paths that we will not be taking. The paths that we will miss, terrible paths and beautiful paths. The paths taken by others.
The path to success is difficult but the journey at the end is relishing. You find self reliance winning over all odds. Carve a path so that torch of civilization can burn for ever.
Happy hardworking.Do it for others. Set a path.
tip-toe, tip-toe
should I tred or no?
the road isn’t always clear
but I enjoy dirt between my toes
My path in life started rocky. My mother was not the most picture perfect. It all started when I was in 4 grade. We moved to a new house. As my brother and I finished carrying in our designated boxes. We decided to play a board game. My mother, half way into our game, didn’t think this was ok. She started yelling and her face started to get red. She past my brother, reached out and grabbed me by the hair. She threw me to the other side of the room. I started to cry.
The path is a country dirt road that winds slowly uphill and around a bend. There is a large maple tree on the left side of the path that displays the bright red of autumn foliage. Some of the leaves fall and scatter on the gentle breeze. On the right side of the path is a field of corn that has turned brown and brittle and it rustles as you walk past. Follow the path to an old weather-beaten house with the soft grey wooden siding that the wind and rain and snow of years have created where once there was white paint. You see that the front door is ajar. Go inside and you notice a set of stairs leading down into the basement below. Take the stairs, slowly at first and as you are able to see better you are able to go more quickly. There are about seven steps and at last you reach the bottom which is the painted concrete floor of the basement. On your right is a work bench made of wood that has been painted white. It has the comforting distress marks of a well-used work area. There are still a few tools on the bench and you notice that they all seem to be tools that would be used by a carpenter or someone who works in wood as a sculptur. You see a lathe, chisels of various sizes, a plane, a level and also a wooden box of nails and a small hand saw. On the wall above the work bench is a small shelf where two empty terra cotta flower pots are stacked together next to another pot that contains a geranium plant with leaves but without any flowers. On the wall in front of you is another entrance to the basement, a storm cellar type of door and entrance. The door at the top of the entrance is closed but is not a tight door and so there are some areas where daylight is seeping through and making light patterns of the cellar floor. There is a cool flow of air. To your left is a huge old coal furnace that is not running. There is a coal chute opening next to the storm cellar doorway and it leads to a pile of coal that half fills a recepticle beneath the coal chute. A small window is in the wall to the right of the storm cellar opening. Beneath the window, attached to the wall by brackets, is a small wooden shelf with three empty greenish-blue Mason jars sitting on it. Their lids sit in a pile next to them. There is a faded red and white gingham valance on this window. Beneath the window is a white wooden shelf unit that has more empty Mason jars but these are the typical clear uncolored glass ones. There is a cardboard box with lids. There are four or five dusty jars containing canned peaches. Each of these details is symbolic of something in your own psyche, something with meaning for you. Look around and see what else is in the basement. What do these things mean?
the idea of a path is that it leads you somewhere, that there is a destination at the end. there isn’t. a path is merely a way to explore, something to follow for a while before it deviates to another path, and to another – there is no set destination, just a way of walking for the time being. thinking of a path as a means to an end doesn’t allow you to see the wonders go by as you walk on it – it doesn’t allow you to be amazed by the discoveries you make on it.
path means pathy like feeling and going a certain way with your feelings a pathology or antipathy.
What path do we take? The one we think is right for us or the path our family and environment have manoeuvred us in?
Too many times we think it’s our own choice. Only to look back years later and discover that we have been living the life our environment wants us to live.
Suddenly we wonder why we’re not happy. Where have we gone wrong?
Take your time. Find your path. Discard criticism or laughter; it’s your life. You only live it once so you better make sure you take the path that is there especially for you.
And there is such a path. Go out and look for it. Don’t worry about taking the wrong one; you can always change the path you’re on. The direction is not written in blood. Nothing is.
You’ll know when you have found the right path. You’ll know.
path path path…I like math… and the cast…away that doesn’t rhyme with path! YAY!
i really want to catch the mean of thing, im still finding the way, this path…
breadcrumb on my website. i know, where i am. haensel and gretel lost it. pathfinder – what will it discover?
Everybody pushes me foward, as the road forks, and infinite tiny paths scatter out accross the land. They push me on more, hurting me as they shove harder, and I stumble onto one path, now all there is to do, is see what lies at the end.
Together with everything and nothing between us,
You are the whole soul goal me you,
Universal universal union,
Blending in matter,
Journeying harmony, journeying harmony.
Im lost on this path. I dont know where to go. I have two choices. But which one do I take? They both look the same. But yet they are so different. Will someone think different of me if I take that one? Or will they think different of me if I take the other one? Choices are hell. Peoples opinions matter to me.
the path to the penis is a long path because my penis is a long penis PENIS PENIS PENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENISPENIS
There’s a path I have to find but the land is just so overgrown. So instead, I sit in my room and watch movies as I silently mouth along to the dialogue. The search continues…
you can choose from a certain amount of paths each day and you are the only one who was control to decide where those paths may take you. you can take the easy path, dangerous path, scary path, or long path but whichever path you take you will always learn a lesson and have something to take with you when you reach the end of your path.
either you take it or you dont, pretty straight forward, maybe hard easy a trick be cautious can lead to graet things or horrors
my life is a path as far as i can see. all we do is walk down lifes path looking at where it will take us. know one knows the true path or where it will lead us to in the end but we hope for the best
i saw the path, shiney and cold before my very eyes. its was beautiful, i was bewildered. but should i follow? I loved adventure, but should i let my heart guide my head? Yes.
Curiousity killed the cat, but did the cat find out what it wanted?
road, follow me, life
the way to some place, This is where I can go to reach my destiny. This is what I take each day, so I don’t get lost. I set a path. A path for someone else to follow, and here I am following someone else’s path. This is life. This is a circle. And I love leading and following. Lovely path to fun and wisdom
path is the thing you take the thing you sweep when its covered over by snow or leaves…. or time. are you on the right path? i know that i’m not. you need to know where it leads. or is it good enough to just enjoy it.
Take the path that your heart leads you upon.
take it down and follow it till you find the dog that takes you to see the cows that get milked by the farmer and his daughter and their son. they have a red farm with chickens on the inside. they farm has a big X on the door because they dont want ghosts to get in and talk to the chicken
the path to glory is often traveled but hardly attained by those who seek it.
I decided to take the path on my right side. It was red and shady, but i took it. The other path had homeless people littered up and down it and I was quite afraid, which is why i went right. After all, it’s right, which is the same as being right. The path led to a beautiful castle and inside I found unicorns making love and being silly like drunk humans.
There are many paths in life. The path of success, failure, love, courage etc Indeed paths are integral to a man/woman’s life.
it leads down through the wood to a hidden pool, green with age but with a single iris growing in its centre, a safe place, a secret place a place of wonder.
The way I see it, it’s a choice.
Why follow it? Each point, a thousand routes, a thousand directions.
Why follow something as cliché as a path?
Whatever for?
Secured safety, maybe. But I don’t need that.
road following, leading down towards – what? what am I looking for? Must my road be paved, must it be calculated and dissected for every inch. I’ve convinced myself this, that if I have no planner I can have no travel route. But I don’t drive with a map (and I am often lost) but the ends are the important thing, right? Wrong?
really is this the only word they have how lame, not ecxiting at all, really…
stupid fucks i got path agian are there any other words out ther or is this like the only meaning ful one word response thing they could come up with, maybe it’s just the computer, o well how unintinteresting it all is, o well
The path we are given in life is the path we do not choose. We live by choice but truly have no choice. Pressure arises along this path to become something of greatness,… a legend of some sort… but what path is this?… Where does this come into play on my path?
dont think just write. don’t walk just float. float on and never think about him again. as much as your paths intersected, they could never be parallel to each other