#96 Steps

How many of us

Go through life

Not once paying attention

To our every next step

Waltzing through life on auto pilot

I did too,

I was no different

Until

One day I broke my ankle

Weeks of my life brought to a standstill

Paths became meaningless for a while

And counting my steps became quite futile

But it got me thinking about the paths I took

And how I rushed through some of them

I didn't stop to think what may come next

And I didn't heed the signs that might have helped me find my way

I guess when every steps takes an eternity

You do have some time to think

I now have to think of my every next step

Look and actually see

If this is where I want to be

I once thought of myself as a seer

Who sat and watched

As everyone and everything happened to each other

But now I see I have to move too

And so I must also see clearly where my steps go from here.