Turning Path of Logical

When you've invested so much of yourself into closed ventures, new problems somehow have such simple solutions. Perhaps this comes from the broken hurdles of experiences cauterizing wounds from pain you never thought you'd survive.

I think it is imperative to find the medium from having no sense of caution to being jaded. I'm speaking as a parent whose traveled many different roads. Words like overprotective and sheltered serve as one direction's examples. Whilst I err my pendulum toward living to learn things for yourself, there's plenty your children will thank you for saving them from once they can appreciate your role.

These purgatory periods of our lives... Traveling woefully after we're hit by a tornado at a clear 4-way intersection. Blinded by nature and confused through outside forces, we take the wrong direction.

I've heard the term off the beaten path. This to me is a double pun. Perhaps I want to be on a path astray of defeat. Victors and the conquered may use the same route. Navigating the foliage can mean going just as green as technological savings. This enhancement is through an expedition of your soul.

Something fresh with your own footprints. You make the first impressions. Perhaps a method, or road, will be named in your honor. After time whisks by, we'll look back on our miles to reflect. A distant horizon following us toward the journey's end.

Disaster need not be the motivating factor of navigation. However, folk are often too far from safe rescue when facing decisions that have great urgency coupled with severe consequences. Situations which create triggers that cannot be undone. 

No matter how probability may divide the odds, there is a window for the heroic. Hiking strong and crossing rough waters can mean taking the initiative toward your choice. Adapting circumstances, but remaining calm and well thought, you feel the bedrock as you are swayed. 

Ultimately ending up on the other side. You hope that's a good place. You've managed every opportunity to be on what you feel is the best path you could've taken. Leading consciously through the terrain. Whether choosing to be softly following a clear beaten path or making way over the unknown. 

Facing storms, becoming weathered,  the environment is channeling your best ideas to washout. You'll encounter natural divisions fraught with improbable obstacles in need of engineering. Patience is salvation's garnishment.  It leaves you space to conjure solution and replenish your lungs. 

There is a grave responsibility for the changes we make on our way. Choices of being oblivious, perhaps scorched Earth, and just maybe forging stability from the raw. The latter may be the definition of unearthing. Adapting things however slightly and making examples to those who follow. 

Consider though, that there is a different philosophy where our environment is constantly changing. Nothing is unnatural. 'Tis man's nature to manifest change and act on it; Often we do this as a means of progress; Other times as a necessity to survival; Obnoxiously we disadvantage species (specifically our own) fueled by pride. 

Getting the lay of the land before, during or after is predominantly done without the other two. Seeing a perfect wedding dress, the pristine, yet never accounting for how alterations will shape the final form. 

I believe choices should be made with children in mind. With foresight in hand surveying what is and what will be. Like the words of this paragraph and my namesake... Calculated risks, however small the equation. For done in the dark we are lost, but in the land of the blind even the one-eyed man is king. 

Clever isn't just a means of articulate butchering anymore than the weather is a coincidence of our ecosystem. These guesses which forecast which road we will maneuver, shift and throw a learning curve. Twisting a clear decision with consequence stirring the ingredients. A new visual reflects change. 

Skies harboring the color above where we'll lay our heads. Under which flexibility is measured and morality is found. Exercised or left as an abstract idea consideration is developed constantly. From the direction of impression to reflections of how history measures our journey. 

Time is a wonderful invitation for I told you so. Rites of passage and growing pains coming back in gratitude of retrospect. The learned in a generation of virtual maps nearly charting everything from forecast of patterns to graphing landscapes. Only the nearly impossible to reach and the simply forgotten remain. 

We've reached man-made junctures and set manufactured records of height with material from our environment. Yet, creating paths we destroy and in turn have our footprints washed away. Foraging to buildup supplies and giving us strength, the side effects see a restless tide. 

The resources we use are outweighed by their origin when they clash with forces of nature. Ultimate struggles that take our travel to an end. We look in wander and think about the simple fix. How to re-focus the image and what steps would have developed smoother times.  Perhaps giving us easier choices. 

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