Written in response to the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt:
You’ve been asked to speak at your high school alma mater — about the path of life. (Whoa.) Draft the speech.
The Path of Life
There is no path, no paved road, not if you live your life.
In the words of C. G. Jung,
Instead, you must forge your own path, laboriously clearing trees and climbing over boulders in the rain, but occasionally enjoying stretches of level ground in the warm sunshine.
There will be times when you believe you can climb any mountain. There will also be times when you are certain that the next step will be impossible to take.
Through it all you keep going. One foot in front of the other. Good days and bad. Mountains and valleys.
Of course, I prefer to dance and skip as often as possible. No one said the journey had to be boring.