The Pattern of Misunderstandings

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood...

Mural in progress at a current job site.

And I used to go running back.

Back to the path someone else chose, trying to save them, to prove I cared, or to show that I wasn’t as cold or indifferent as they might believe. But running back only left me lost.

As I’ve grown older, I’ve realized something: the road less traveled isn’t just quieter or more scenic…