I like to take the slow path.
I do not choose it, it finds its way to me. Its dirt is dirty.
Its water is wet.
But it gets me where I need to go.
I do not understand its wishes.
It breaks everyone that enters,
I just break slower.
I do not mind the wrong turns. They do not take long to correct.
I continue,
excited to see its end.
I’ve seen it before.
I cherish its beauty,
yet it holds me back.
Even if I go two steps ahead,
and one step behind.
Slowly.
I will find my way.

Here one sits.
Thoughts race through their mind. There is a desire to create;
the fingers begin to move. Sounds, sights, tastes form
into what one can believe is valuable, or not.
They are released-
those senses-
into the world.
Praised or criticized,
they are never enough.
One can always be better,
but that chase
will never end.
The quest for greatness.

– Michael LaRocca