so one day i will hope to be on my path. to travel and see new things.i hope to follow what need to be followed. what is my path? tomorrow is on the road to my past. was yesterday also on on the list of things to do accomplish. wow 60 seconds is a long time. the path. wow. i am on it! lets enjoy it while it last cause its ever changing a conat
Lori
I loved walking on trails when my family went camping as I was growing up. The paths went deep into the forest, and there was always an unexpected turn that involved a small creek and a bridge or an opening in a group of fir trees that looked out onto the Puget Sound.
Robert Downey
path is the way to go it’s the thing that leads and feeds and you just sort of follow whatever you do don’t take the wrong one because honestly what are you supposed to do if you take the wrong exit wrong turn it’s just a counter-intuitive way of being smart and funny just like you principal told you at that graduation how you should take advantage of every path that’s given unto you and thou shalt always do the right thing and never ever falter at the the beginning of an ending and that’s why we do what we do.
Michael LoJack
a place of travel. A state of expression. Wandering. Narrow. Wide. Shadow. Trail in forest. Rocks, gravel, sandy. Dark
David
the path less taken… are we all on a path? or are some of us sitting on the side of it? is there even a path to follow or are we all just walking, running, jogging through a forest? a beach? i think that’s it.
jessica
I just wrote about the word “path”. People always write about paths. Path this and path that. All these overwrought metaphors pertaining to paths. Why don’t we just walk them? Or build them if that’s your career? Let’s stop writing about where we are going and instead write about where we’ve been? Stupid path metaphors.
Nathan
Every path has different shades. I’ve tried to categorize these as either black or white. But categorizations serve only to stumble the steps, simply walking is knowing. Simply going is understanding.
Nathan
The path I am in right now consists of compulsive gambling, music reviewing, drug detox and long-distance relationships. It’s fun but it’s very draining. I hope my “potential” in terms of brainpower is actually fulfilled when it comes to my own eventual path. It scares me to think that I might be stuck in mediocrity. I’m not even happy with a 6 figure income from poker.
Alex Wirth
path is good. But beer is better, let me write about beer. Beer is this yellow (sort of) liquid that can taste pretty good. When people of all kinds drink to much beer they stop being able to be normal and become quite unusual. That is however well appreciated in many parties..
smeppi
of life…you can never ever choose the path you become part of…for this is how it always will be…life, and the path we chose in the before times…who knows…if that exists…if any of this crap exists…for one word…path…hmmm…I think my time is up just about and that is what i see in this word…
Pat K.
through the woods a cascading leaf falling color drenched adventure twisting turning and looping on itself in infinite exploration ready? set, go, find your way
kayla
the path leads us to where ever it goes. it is important what path we choose because the path may lead us to good or bad. The path can be of twp types easy or difficult. the path is the way to success.
Sandeep Teegala
sometimes i wonder if i am going towards the correct path in life. paths. how many do you think you come across in life? it makes me think of the poem the road less traveled by robert frost. there is a fork in the road. you can choose between two paths. if i chose the path less traveled, am i right? who will ever know.
Erica
Follow the path or create your own trail. It shouldn’t be a hard decision but sometimes making your own life can truly seem more daunting than it ought to be. Sometimes you’ll stumble, or get your hem caught in those prickly things that demand to come along, but that’s life. We’re different people. We will define our own path regardless of those that have been trekking forward long before we were even alive.
Kiri
wow what a word…. path… like the crazy one that i’m now. from a relationship to being alone to being slightly tied down…. from living w/my parents to w/my boyfriend to living w/two of the greatest friends a girl could ask for… i’m not sure where my path is leading but i’m pretty ok w/it right now… i like where it’s headed… :)
wouldn't you like to know
I would pay good money to be on a hiking trail somewhere in the mountains right now – just heading down the path without a care. Leave this shitty job behind and go.
jason
less taken is the road we don’t follow anymore.
cj
take the path less travelled. go whereever it takes you, keep learning & thru that pave your own path, find your own way. make the world your own and never ever look back. easier said than done for some.
liz green
source link pipe trail to a destination bridge road connection progress change
Fred
we walked down the path it was the middle of winter, so cold. John held my hand swinging them back and forth, our breath came in puffs of transparent smoke as we walked back home.
XDchan
the journey to inner fullfilment and true happiness, the one true direction
kim
she followed the path with loose abandon and wandering eyes. to the left, they’d dart to see all their eyes, daring her to come to them and beg forgiveness. to the right, they’d shift to see them, with leering smiles and thoughts of her spread legs. in front of her, they’d freeze to see him, his heart beating through his eyes and bleeding through his face in pure pain. behind her, her eyes never looked to see the mess she left behind.
alyssa
the path of wisdom leads to the palace of excess, or some such thing. wisdom and excess are one and the same. They feed off eachother. A wealth of knowledge is the same as a excess of experience. One leads into and thru the other. They are dynamic, and yet equal.
kerouac's disciple
a-b.
you-me.
and so it goes.
fdot
the way that i go this time around, is dependent on how much i have changed. I hate that i do not change my ways… I have no commitment. The ideal path. I keep passing it up… keep returning to the same place. To the one place that only can bring me misery… dispair. I hate it.
Amy Martinez
there once was a man who walked on the path, it was a large path with flowers and shrubs growing wildly along the verges. to wild some might say but i walked along content and happy with the way things where and was certain that i would never get board or up set about it.
Kyle Noad
It led down a rocky hillside to a field of lavender. There, we sat and stared for hours, amazed at the beauty of the valley, but more so thinking about what nightfall would bring.
Scooby McSnackerton
starting of project and still going on
sre
I used to love to bike along the path to the ocean in Playa Del Rey. The ducks of the trench beside the path and the cool breeze of the ocean were my companions. It took me a long time to figure out it was actually a sewer. It had been dumping its contents into the very place I would bike to swim. I felt betrayed.
Julie
i took a path far far away it branched off in to two paths that one path was dark the other path light .
wh o nos the path i sshall take even i do not see wicht way i will take
airik antidote =]
dp not follow where the path may lead to, go instead where there is no path and leave a blazing trail behind
Vinay S Shastry
my path is long and i have far to go. I hope you’ll join me on this path. We could have great fun making many memories on this path called life. We will travels together one step at a time down the path of time.
Jacqueline
our path will lead us to a place we never imagined. Or at least, if we are lucky, to home. that home that we never got to know.
Pelvis
path is a route taken to reach a destination and it is not always unique, it varies as diversley as the pppl taking it.
Paths can be simplem twistes, easy or difficult, but sometimes, ethically right or wrong too depen
vinay
There is but one path
Our guiding light is our eyes
That light the way for all
Who follow blindly.
kim
Every day I get up and do the same thing. Drink coffee, decide what to wear and go to school. But every day I take a different path. Weaving through the streets at different angles. I look at the people and the shops and they’re always different.
Kaitlin
the path to the dark side is strong withing this web page and the guest that is writing this is slowly allowing it to devour his soul. this is in the transition of a minute and i can almost feel it on my mind as we speak to one another.
William
a path is the direction one takes through life filled with obstacles and beauty. it guides us and moves us forward and reminds us when we go astray – sometimes gently, sometimes not.
lynn
i like to make paths in your MOM
Rachel
Path diverged under stiletto.
Which way, I wonder, would be the least
Painful?
Away from you,
Away from your face and your smile
And all your hurt,
Alone,
so one day i will hope to be on my path. to travel and see new things.i hope to follow what need to be followed. what is my path? tomorrow is on the road to my past. was yesterday also on on the list of things to do accomplish. wow 60 seconds is a long time. the path. wow. i am on it! lets enjoy it while it last cause its ever changing a conat
I loved walking on trails when my family went camping as I was growing up. The paths went deep into the forest, and there was always an unexpected turn that involved a small creek and a bridge or an opening in a group of fir trees that looked out onto the Puget Sound.
path is the way to go it’s the thing that leads and feeds and you just sort of follow whatever you do don’t take the wrong one because honestly what are you supposed to do if you take the wrong exit wrong turn it’s just a counter-intuitive way of being smart and funny just like you principal told you at that graduation how you should take advantage of every path that’s given unto you and thou shalt always do the right thing and never ever falter at the the beginning of an ending and that’s why we do what we do.
a place of travel. A state of expression. Wandering. Narrow. Wide. Shadow. Trail in forest. Rocks, gravel, sandy. Dark
the path less taken… are we all on a path? or are some of us sitting on the side of it? is there even a path to follow or are we all just walking, running, jogging through a forest? a beach? i think that’s it.
I just wrote about the word “path”. People always write about paths. Path this and path that. All these overwrought metaphors pertaining to paths. Why don’t we just walk them? Or build them if that’s your career? Let’s stop writing about where we are going and instead write about where we’ve been? Stupid path metaphors.
Every path has different shades. I’ve tried to categorize these as either black or white. But categorizations serve only to stumble the steps, simply walking is knowing. Simply going is understanding.
The path I am in right now consists of compulsive gambling, music reviewing, drug detox and long-distance relationships. It’s fun but it’s very draining. I hope my “potential” in terms of brainpower is actually fulfilled when it comes to my own eventual path. It scares me to think that I might be stuck in mediocrity. I’m not even happy with a 6 figure income from poker.
path is good. But beer is better, let me write about beer. Beer is this yellow (sort of) liquid that can taste pretty good. When people of all kinds drink to much beer they stop being able to be normal and become quite unusual. That is however well appreciated in many parties..
of life…you can never ever choose the path you become part of…for this is how it always will be…life, and the path we chose in the before times…who knows…if that exists…if any of this crap exists…for one word…path…hmmm…I think my time is up just about and that is what i see in this word…
through the woods a cascading leaf falling color drenched adventure twisting turning and looping on itself in infinite exploration ready? set, go, find your way
the path leads us to where ever it goes. it is important what path we choose because the path may lead us to good or bad. The path can be of twp types easy or difficult. the path is the way to success.
sometimes i wonder if i am going towards the correct path in life. paths. how many do you think you come across in life? it makes me think of the poem the road less traveled by robert frost. there is a fork in the road. you can choose between two paths. if i chose the path less traveled, am i right? who will ever know.
Follow the path or create your own trail. It shouldn’t be a hard decision but sometimes making your own life can truly seem more daunting than it ought to be. Sometimes you’ll stumble, or get your hem caught in those prickly things that demand to come along, but that’s life. We’re different people. We will define our own path regardless of those that have been trekking forward long before we were even alive.
wow what a word…. path… like the crazy one that i’m now. from a relationship to being alone to being slightly tied down…. from living w/my parents to w/my boyfriend to living w/two of the greatest friends a girl could ask for… i’m not sure where my path is leading but i’m pretty ok w/it right now… i like where it’s headed… :)
I would pay good money to be on a hiking trail somewhere in the mountains right now – just heading down the path without a care. Leave this shitty job behind and go.
less taken is the road we don’t follow anymore.
take the path less travelled. go whereever it takes you, keep learning & thru that pave your own path, find your own way. make the world your own and never ever look back. easier said than done for some.
source link pipe trail to a destination bridge road connection progress change
we walked down the path it was the middle of winter, so cold. John held my hand swinging them back and forth, our breath came in puffs of transparent smoke as we walked back home.
the journey to inner fullfilment and true happiness, the one true direction
she followed the path with loose abandon and wandering eyes. to the left, they’d dart to see all their eyes, daring her to come to them and beg forgiveness. to the right, they’d shift to see them, with leering smiles and thoughts of her spread legs. in front of her, they’d freeze to see him, his heart beating through his eyes and bleeding through his face in pure pain. behind her, her eyes never looked to see the mess she left behind.
the path of wisdom leads to the palace of excess, or some such thing. wisdom and excess are one and the same. They feed off eachother. A wealth of knowledge is the same as a excess of experience. One leads into and thru the other. They are dynamic, and yet equal.
a-b.
you-me.
and so it goes.
the way that i go this time around, is dependent on how much i have changed. I hate that i do not change my ways… I have no commitment. The ideal path. I keep passing it up… keep returning to the same place. To the one place that only can bring me misery… dispair. I hate it.
there once was a man who walked on the path, it was a large path with flowers and shrubs growing wildly along the verges. to wild some might say but i walked along content and happy with the way things where and was certain that i would never get board or up set about it.
It led down a rocky hillside to a field of lavender. There, we sat and stared for hours, amazed at the beauty of the valley, but more so thinking about what nightfall would bring.
starting of project and still going on
I used to love to bike along the path to the ocean in Playa Del Rey. The ducks of the trench beside the path and the cool breeze of the ocean were my companions. It took me a long time to figure out it was actually a sewer. It had been dumping its contents into the very place I would bike to swim. I felt betrayed.
i took a path far far away it branched off in to two paths that one path was dark the other path light .
wh o nos the path i sshall take even i do not see wicht way i will take
dp not follow where the path may lead to, go instead where there is no path and leave a blazing trail behind
my path is long and i have far to go. I hope you’ll join me on this path. We could have great fun making many memories on this path called life. We will travels together one step at a time down the path of time.
our path will lead us to a place we never imagined. Or at least, if we are lucky, to home. that home that we never got to know.
path is a route taken to reach a destination and it is not always unique, it varies as diversley as the pppl taking it.
Paths can be simplem twistes, easy or difficult, but sometimes, ethically right or wrong too depen
There is but one path
Our guiding light is our eyes
That light the way for all
Who follow blindly.
Every day I get up and do the same thing. Drink coffee, decide what to wear and go to school. But every day I take a different path. Weaving through the streets at different angles. I look at the people and the shops and they’re always different.
the path to the dark side is strong withing this web page and the guest that is writing this is slowly allowing it to devour his soul. this is in the transition of a minute and i can almost feel it on my mind as we speak to one another.
a path is the direction one takes through life filled with obstacles and beauty. it guides us and moves us forward and reminds us when we go astray – sometimes gently, sometimes not.
i like to make paths in your MOM
Path diverged under stiletto.
Which way, I wonder, would be the least
Painful?
Away from you,
Away from your face and your smile
And all your hurt,
Alone,
Or with you and bleeding?
Either way is broken glass
A yellow brick path
But I don’t want to go home.