I mean, why? Is it not for the purpose of meaningful adventure, to take the long way? Why is everyone in such a rush? I will take my time enjoying the scenery. I will feel my footsteps, each a moment in themselves.
I look ahead. Despite the entanglement of the woods. The missing stones. All the sounds pulling you in countless directions. The darkness and the light. The beauty and the destruction. The fear of tripping. The loneliness. Is anyone else lost too? But it's all for the journey. I'll take my time.
I believe in myself.