THE WINDING ROAD...

This winding road... 
it undulates like a village woman, carrying pots of water on her slender waist.. 

This winding road...Is it leading me to my destination? 
The destination of my dreams? 
or is it the destination of my destiny? 

Or maybe the bend in the road is just a brief stop... where I can rest a while and recall past mistakes, past regrets? 

Or maybe, where I can look forward into the future and contemplate how life would turn out to be?

Any which way, this road leads me to unknown, uncharted places... 

Places where I can leave my mark, 
places where I can be at peace, 

places where I can finally and truly be ME!


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