Your path is steady.
Mine is uncertain and shaky. If I walk on your path, I can walk steady too, but
my path promises so much more and that’s what it is; just promises. For every
crumb of food, there are days if not weeks of starvation. My path is so
enticing for I know it all, at least I think I did. Yours is the path less
traveled. It is less traveled because so few see it even when it is right
before them.
