There comes a time in every life when one has to choose between roads. Often it’s a choice between a road we already knew too well, and one that’s much narrower, less familiar, bending beyond what our eyes can see. At times it’s simply a choice between means and meaning. And the thing is, you know you must choose - lest you remain a wanderer all your life until you run out of roads. Each one’s road is different. Born pilgrim, im meant to seek that road which will lead me home.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
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