Why a narrow path? Should I not widen my sweep as middle age becomes my old man? No, I must avoid that and not be afraid to walk off the concrete and feel the earth soft under my feet. Therein lies the rub. The more I stay on path, the more set in my ways I become like my father before me. And that I will avoid at all costs, except to drink again. But, off the path where new experiences lie, which I have always loved, the more fear I will feel because I love the thought of change but the uncertainty of the affect it will have on me plays havoc with my peace of mind. Now it leads me to another topic for another day, what is peace of mind?
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