A Change in Belief
At the rate you are walking,
you will reach the fork in the path soon.
Maybe five more minutes.
You have not spent much time thinking
about which way to turn once you are there.
It doesn’t matter as much as you once believed.
Both will take me somewhere delightful.
Otherwise, there would be no path.
About this poem
We change as we age. And that is a good thing. For me, one of the changes is that the destination matters less than I thought.