This is not the first time you’re at crossroads. As a matter of fact, you’ve always been there. Although the streets were different, the sky was always blue. The shoes you put yourself in were always different, but the size was always way too big. You walked many a different street; treading on the path of misery and dreaming to see the greener grass on the other side.
Your hymns of cries were unheard. Your songs of melancholy didn’t strike any chord. Your psalms of pain fell on deaf ears. Ignoring the words of everyone’s wisdom, you kept walking anyway. Sometimes, you took the right street, but most of the time you didn’t. You saw milestones as pit stops and stopped there way too long, feeding your ego with unhealthy foods; biting off more than you can chew.
Now, you want the road to end, but you know they won’t. So you have no choice to make, other than choosing the one that’s less unpleasant.
But there has to be a pleasant way. In fact, there are way too many ways. Amid the blue skies, the sun does shine. In the middle of infinite darkness, the stars do twinkle. Cast away the shoes that are way too big. The end has always been the same, yours won’t be any different. Pave your own path. Walk along. Sing out loud. For you’re neither the blues of your life nor the blues of your skies, you’re the silver lining between them.