I walk in an undiscovered country, each step familiar yet the landscape around me new. I have walked this path before and I have not. Uncertainty filling each step as I walk along the ever changing road. So many different paths in lie in front, twisting, curving interconnecting and branching off. And yet I can only choose to walk one, or can I? The path seems to form itself, straightening out as I go across. Never stopping, never ending, never letting me pause to explore. Each time I wish to stray, it strays with me. Each pause I take, the path ensures that I continue moving. I see no end to the path, nor do I think I ever will. It lives and breathes a life of its own, my own. And each step I take grows surer, as I walk along the path I carve in the unexplored country.
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