LIFE

Life.

Such a word.

Meant to be lived in so many ways.

That’s why no two are the same.

What I find interesting is when you look back and see so many angles of the road you’ve traveled.

Some highs, other lows, yet always forward.

And when looking back, you see clearly —

with eyes open —

but at times, those same eyes were shut.

Why is this the way life flows?

Why can’t we look ahead, see what we want,

and life simply follows?

Is this a mystery that only I wonder?

Or do others also become aware

of where they are going?