The yellow road that has been laid out for me brick by brick, the one that leads to my future is all I’ve ever known. What once brought me comfort became mundane and suffocating. Keeping my head down, looking at my feet, I continue down my predestined path uttering not a word and being compliant as I have always done.
One day, for who knows what reason, I lifted my head and saw the bright blue sky. Has it always been so blue? The clouds look like cotton candy, so white and fluffy. Looking at my new surroundings, I see that there is another path to take, one that seems to have no end, and yet I am drawn towards it.
What lies at the end of this path? Happiness? Sadness? Maybe there is nothing at all? Fear has made itself known in my mind, but so have excitement and adrenaline. Should I continue down the yellow brick road that I have always known? Is it worth deviating and venturing into the unknown? Will I be happy if I continue down the road to a predictable end? The questions in my head overwhelm me, but my heart tells me what to do.
With my heart guiding me, I go right instead of turning left, leaving behind my predestined fate and comfort that I once knew. Instead of being smooth and flat, the new road has bumps, and cracks in the stone, and yet I continue on. I trip on a rock, and my arms move out in front of me to break my fall. I feel a stinging pain in my hands and see that they are red and scratched. Even though I am stunned by the newfound experience, I do not feel afraid or that I have chosen the wrong path. I know that I am going to fall and get hurt as I make and find my own way, but I will be rewarded for my hard work, and that alone brings me comfort.
Picking myself up, I continue on this unknown path, excited at the new and many possibilities that lay ahead of me.