It’s all in the perspective.

Is a deep wood a place to navigate or a journey to savor?

Need there be a distinction?

Can each path, no matter the necessity, offer both an avenue and a destination?

Are the promises we truly need to keep the ones we make to others, those oaths whose completion would justify the giving away of ourselves?

Or… Are the promises we must regard as sacrosanct the ones we make only to ourselves?

No one would know if I do or don’t….

Except for me.

Except for me.