traces of the wind

down the lane, first junction, few turn left, few turn rite, most walk on..
second junction, few turn back, few turn left, few turn rite, some walk on..
on and on and finally, reach a junction where only few still walk on..
even those who still walk with you, they don't walk on the same side of the road..
should you have turned left or rite in previous junctions? or should you have turned back?
have you walked down the wrong way?
are you in the rite side of the road?
why this path? ain't the joke on you?
sometimes the diverted fellows call you and you wonder if you should walk with them instead..
sometimes the ones who walk with you don't even bother if you are there, and you wonder if you should leave them instead..
then you realize.. it's not those whom you are still with that you must treasure..
it's those who still care about where you are that you must treasure..

some question your walking pace, the way you walk, the side you take, the direction you take. some laugh at it, some think you need to grow up.

so you tell them, "this is how i want to write my life story. my grandchildren may like your story more. but i know you can't write my kind of story. this is my story."

and who is it to say this is wisdom? this is simply, decision.