Walking My Own Path

I guess this is a continuation from my previous post but even-though it follows the same train of thoughts the anger has dwindle a bit. Over the past three years I have experienced ten lifetimes. I have laughed and I have cried but throughout the storm of it all I have grown stronger. What I know for sure is that life is a beautiful twisted adventure. Just because something is beautiful does not mean it won't hurt or be tumultuous.It is during the dark hours you really come to appreciate the luminous ones.  It is the recovery from the pain that makes it so fascinating. This adventure is one that we all must partake alone. We will meet friends and strangers along the way. All will influence the journey in both positive and negative ways. Even though we might want them to come with us they are not the ones walking the path, we are. Some will encourage you to go the distance and others might attempt to sabotage your route . Now more than ever I know that I have to walk my own path. I will make mistakes but I will learn from them. I will take risks that might not pay off but I won't be satisfied unless I take them. I know that there will be more pain along the way but I won't let that stop me. I am ready for all the love that I will feel and knowledge I will obtain on this beautiful twisted adventure called life.