I have built paths inside of my mind, born of my own fears and misgivings mixed with my triumphs and passions. They are shaped by the experiences of my life, the things I have been brave enough to do and the ones I was too cowardly to attempt. I will follow many of these paths, and some I will not follow at all out of fear or disinterest. I have learned, however, that knowledge and the ability to be real steal away in the most secluded and unexpected places, so I follow the paths that beckon me  while I create new ones. The one I am making right now is a hallway that is not quite white but is not quite any other color either. It is a very big hallway on all sides. I see myself, one day, traveling down that path with paints and pens made of a thousand different colors, writing in script both messy and precise on those blank walls about all the things I have discovered. One day I will search that hallway, but for now I follow a stone path with lovely ivy and I contemplate the art of being alive.