There was an ideal road that I had paved.
It was inevitably forked with the mistakes that I would make.
The start was bricked with cautionary steps.
But the longer I travelled this road, the further I got from this ideal path on my map.
But I have to say, I find this in me; an innate desire to constantly stray from my idealistic route layout. Which is ironic since I drew it out in the first place.
I find the older I become, the more I am rejecting my childhood ideals and accepting modern reality.
I am the fiddler on the roof, struggling to string out a meagre tune while finding a balance without falling and breaking my neck.
I am the culprit behind every one of my ungratified childhood dreams.
Because the longer I travelled that predesigned road, the more I found it was no track my heart found pleasure in.
It’s like Google Mapping the trail between two points that is the fastest and with the least probability to get caught in a jam, but while driving, you spontaneously re-route.
I re-routed because I found myself asking desperately, ‘There must be more than this, right?!’
And so there was, He showed me a better way.
There is a way that seems right to a girl, but in the end it leads to death. For there are three ways in life: The right way, the wrong way and His way.
Show me your ways, LORD, teach me your paths.
Thinking of: The Fresh Prince, the importance of family, favour in the darkest of hours, slowly getting up, day out with mummy, Timeflies /Choose U and JLS’s Hold Me Down.