She can remember being here before.
The only difference is that the first time she found herself walking this path
she wasn’t alone. Two very special people guided her all along. There was no
need to be afraid because they always protected her. No need to feel alone
because they filled her every moment. As she walks she remembers the long days
of school, supper at their table, bed stories at home. She wishes she could go
back to the years of her childhood where mom and dad always took care of her.
She continues to walk without a clue of where to turn, where to go next. As she
stares into the sand, feeling the skin burning sun, she can see her life before
her. All the nights of writing songs, her first big hit, and her first sold out
show. What was there left after all the hype, the audience, the glitter, the
dancing and the tours? Despite the houses, a private plane, multimillion dollar
deals and countless Grammy awards, she still did not understand why any of these
things made her feel alive.
It had taken her so long to realize
how far she had gone. There were no friends to talk to, no one that she could
be herself with at all times. As night began to set temperatures dropped and
her body sought refuge under broken pieces of rag that the wind had blown her
way. As she laid in the cold sand, it was hard to remember the last time she
had seen those two people she most loved. She wished for things to be the way
they were before she reached her fame, to go back to supper with them, to be
told those bed stories again. As morning dawned on her she could help herself
but wonder when this long journey would end. At one point she looked behind her
and saw a trail of multiple steps. It was surreal to accept that this was the
choice she had made. She walked and walked and walked for endless days. She
found herself deeply lost. The more she walked she realized this was just the
trail of life. She could not change anything about the path. The only change
that could be done was to her. She continued to look ahead; the path did not
seem to have an end. As she considered the things that could be changed in her,
she came to accept that the past could not be changed. The only thing left to
do was be the best she could be for the rest of her walk.
Wonderful! Really brings the photo to life in every way!
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