Paths

There are days that I stare out my window
into the pale blue of the sky
trees dancing on the skyline
wondering what the hell I'm doing...

My mind digging up decisions
playing on the screen of my mind like a slideshow
questioning my actions, drawing up different scenarios
allowing myself to contemplate if these different endings
would change my path

Perhaps leading me to a better trail
one lined with pink and purple flowers
waterfalls cascading around every corner
the loud hum of the water hitting the rocks
greenery painted in every direction
no hills
no mountains to climb
just simple and straight- low impact

I spiral in what could've beens
my brain building different realities
as the afternoon light warms my face
like new housing developments 
taking root in the soft tissue of my brain
Eventually coming back to this reality

To this path I'm currently trekking
the one where some of the flowers have died
the path lined with large rocks and boulders
jutting out into the way
for me to heave myself over
path steep- the climbing seems endless sometimes
out of breath
sore muscles
aching feet

But then I stop myself
Though the other trail is beautiful
and this current trail less than ideal
with it's rough terrain
I chose what I chose
placed by the universe 

And often times, the most strenuous hikes lead to the most breathtaking views. 
You just need to breathe, commit and keep walking.