I Seek the Unknown Path

I stand at a junction atop a crest in the desert dunes staring at the paths laid out before me. One path leads back into the wilderness I came from; I know the winding roads it leads to, the maze-like tangle of wadis that lead men and women further and further from their own souls, all too well by now. I am weary of this road, but it is the road I know. I have tread upon its paths through steppes and harsh stones for years now, winding away into the corridors and valleys in my own mind until I grew truly lost.

That path is no longer for me. If I get any more lost on that road, I will drown in the desert sands until my bleached bones become a habitat for serpents and vultures.

The other path is unknown to me. It stretches far away into the tall, green-topped mountain ranges that wind off to the west. I don’t know where that road will lead me other than “out of the desert” or “into the mountains”… but it has to be different enough from where I have already been to hold some excitement.

Today, I begin planning a whole new life: a new lifestyle, new ways of thinking and perceiving the world around me. Today, I plan my upcoming trek through the straight and narrow road before me that leads into the vast unknown future.

I do not weep for what I leave behind. I carry all that I need with me. I will not miss what lies behind me.

For good or ill, what lies before me on the mountain road is the worthier path to travel.

Here’s to the journey ahead.

About Dunebat

Sole specimen: Desmodus desertus. Judeo-Christian anchorite/scribe/scribbler. Lover of nerds, Goths, creatives, & outcasts.

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