The following was inspired by today’s writers prompt:
Lake Easton State Park, WA
Two paths stand before me. Both look well-traveled. One is wider, more open but the other, though narrow, looks more interesting. Which way should I choose?
Some pass me by and seem to take one path without any thought for the other. Some chose the other just as easily. Yet here I stand at the fork weighing the decision. I have no idea where either path will take me.
One path could become arduous with steep climbs and dangerous predators while the other could offer relative ease and safety. They both could be safe. They both could be dangerous. I don’t know which way I should go and I’m paralyzed with uncertainty.
More come and go and none seem to suffer my affliction of indecision. Some make suggestions for one path or the other but none have traveled either path so their words mean very little. They shrug and leave me behind.
A stranger approaches yet again only this time he stops and sits with me as I vacillate the fork in the path. He makes no suggestion of one path or another but offers to stay with me until I choose. I’m grateful for the company.
We talk about the possibilities and the need to be properly equipped for whatever either path may hold. My pack is well stocked with everything I should need as I came prepared for this journey. He reminds me this is more than most who’ve traveled either path have brought with them.
I stand and step forward ready to follow this man but he will not move until I do. He says he will walk with me regardless of which path I take but I must make a decision if either of us is to move forward. This helps me make a decision; knowing I don’t have to go it alone. Finally, I choose the more interesting path and he smiles. He picks up his pack and follows me. While neither of us knows what lay ahead, we will walk the path together.
End Transmission.