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New Direction

2025 year of good changes

New Direction

I arrived at the fork in the road, for once I stopped and gave much thought. 

I arrived at the fork in the road, for once I stopped a lifelong pattern. 

I arrived at the fork in the road, for once I took the unfamiliar route.

I arrived at the fork in the road, for once I took the path that gets me where I want. 

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sparrowsong

Hello Skycloud...

When there's an easy route many follow...

The Road less traveled is that the way you go?

Depending on your decision maybe I may or may never see you again?

Either way...

Happy Trails my friend...

I'm just on my way to finding new obstacles...

New obstacles...

That just sounds funny now...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong Ice Queen

 

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.Rob

New obstacles … hilarious. 

Yes the road less traveled with new obstacles, sounds fun and challenging. It’s to easy to get caught in life’s boredom. 

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Marion

Thats the trouble with life Rob
the right path only exists in the past...
it can only ever exist in the looking back
I like the way these words convey the hope
though... hugs x

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.Rob

I don’t disagree, I guess it’s like your recent entry… we’re not the directors of our own play…. But could we start being , probably not but I’m trying to stack the odds in my favor. I figure I got to make the best of leftovers… lol 

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