A Figurative Explanation

I hate runny noses. They annoy the crap out of me. I suddenly had this short thing pop into my head and I suddenly felt cacothes scribendi, or the insatiable urge to write (I do hope I got that right). In case I ever forget to mention it, I love languages. While I am only barely fluent in English, I know British terms, some German, a little Spanish, a tad bit of Latin, a little Italian, and I am in the process of figuring out French. I love diversity...anyways, on with the thingy.

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The light was shining through the trees, sprinkling the forest floor with shards of bright spots. I was walking through the dense forest in search of the road that I had heard of, the one that brought all beings closer to enlightenment. It was said that the road was a forked one, and one of the paths was dirt while the other was merely grass that had been trodden upon many times. I knew to take neither path, but instead go straight through the middle. Where I had also heard that by taking neither path you reach enlightenment through your own experiences.

When I approached the fork, I found that upon examination of it, there was truly the two paths that I had been told about. Sighing, I decided to go ahead and walk on the path that didn't exist. This is where my journey truly begins.

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So, in all reality that was a figurative way to put the choices I've made in my life. Never taking the exact path. I've always travelled the road without a map, without markings, the road that I follow is the one I make. And I love it. The mere spontaneity. Oh the joys, lessons, and sadness I have discovered all on my own. And I wouldn't change a thing.