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title:	"Forging a path into the web of unknown"
date:	2018-01-12
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  ![](/img/1*O61o9mJWmPm4pxRint1HTw.jpeg)Photo by [Benjamin Blättler](https://unsplash.com/photos/J40eheaQ_OE?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText) on [Unsplash](https://unsplash.com/search/photos/path-night?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText)I stand, hesitant

Before me, the path splits

Splits and splits again, dividing a myriad times

The tangled web of choice pulsates gently

A dull glow, alive and breathing

I glance back, a moment

See the path behind me

Threaded in shining silver

A halo of darkened paths around it

Shriveled tendrils of choices not taken

I tear myself away, return to looking forward

Out over the future in all its perfect, fearful uncertainty

Then, a choice is made, my mind and heart unite — and ignite.

I step

I step through

I choose no beaten path before me

**I choose no choice**

**But my own**

**I choose no path**

**But my own**

Thread winds out beneath me as I step again and again

Glittering gold, not beaten silver

I choose my own way

Through

There is no other