I wander alone to find the answers, striving to collect myself
in these years of confusion. High above, the world below me, I cast out
my questions. I lean to the wind, my ears straining, to capture those
answers that will bring myself joy.
And so I came to the fork in the river, wondering which way
to continue. All others that came passing by, bore to the broad easy
path, towards still waters and timid currents. I picked up my paddle
and went for the rapids, the whirlpools, and falls. For what can
be learned in a life without risks, how much growth can come;
