Cry not for me. For the path I walk is not one of evil, but one I trek for my highest good and the highest good of all. The path I walk is that of both darkness and light and embracing them both, for neither is better than the other. The path I walk is not one of harm, but of healing, not of vindication, but of liberation. The path I walk is neither one of supplication, but of empowerment, not of groveling before the Divine, but standing beside It as One. Cry not because you’ve chosen the path paved with gold, illuminated with more sunlight and lamps for times when it’s dark, a path lined with prettier flowers and many benches to rest and recharge along the way, while I…I deviated into the deep forbidden forest with its thick brush, wild animals, its shadows and secrets long withheld from me. I am forging my own way, admiring in adoration all the plants and creatures I encounter, finding the greatest of teachers in the smallest of streams and tallest of trees. Here there are no benches, no lamps, just the illumination of the fire in my spirit and perhaps a moss-covered log, or a boulder to rest my weary legs for a spell. Cry not because you believe I chose a more arduous, more dangerous path; I will learn far greater lessons about who I am and what I am capable of, I will learn the hidden truths of this forest and its darkness, all the while deepening my appreciation for the light when I finally reach that fateful clearing. Cry not, for I am not lost.
But I…I will cry…for I have found myself.
