A wandering soul…looking for something, looking for somone, an idea, a purpose. A path is chosen and it is new and beautiful. Then darkness falls, fear creeps in…twists and turns and then–light shows a new path.
A wandering soul…searching for something, someone, an idea, a purpose. A path is chosen and it is new and promising. Trips and falls, up and down hills and valleys and then…a new path reveals itself in the distance.
A wandering soul…longing for something, someone, an idea, a purpose. A path is chosen and it is new, yet familiar. Thorny bushes, tangled vines, scrapes and bruises–it is too dark to see the path. The path ends in paralyzing stillness.
A wandering soul wakes. It is dark and quiet…but the broken clouds above let in the light. The light reveals many paths. A path is chosen. It is new and hopeful.