In youth, the future seemed bright. The difference was clear between wrong and right. At play all day, restful slumber at night. Nothing fancy did we need. Simpler times, indeed.

Teenage years, we’re full of hope. Despite hormonal spikes, we somehow cope. School, friends, sports and dances. Young and bold, taking chances.

Adulthood comes knocking. Have we prepared ourselves? Is responsibility shocking? What do we fear? Is our purpose clear? Our path we pave with the memories we save. Good and bad, happy, sad. Each stone we lay tells the tale of a bygone day.

My path winds, dips, turns and is chipped. I have fallen. I have risen. Where it ends is unclear, but I walk on with no fear. Wearing a smile, shedding a tear, knowing that revelation of purpose is near.