The first path was so foggy that no one could see the path in front of them. As they stumbled in the fog, they gradually fell in the traps and mud. What they didn't know was that as they went along, there were people guiding them and saying words of encouragement. Even offering them a hand to brush themselves off and get out of their hurdle.
Each hurdle they passed, the person who helped them would light a candle and the path dweller would be able to see their past clearly because the fog had dissapated with every step they took. Some were just a guide for where to turn or where not to step.
FOR some path dweller, it took years to get through their hurdle. The path dweller could choose whether they wanted their helping hand to go with them to their next hurdle or stay where they were.
What the path dweller didn't know was that the shiny new present that they saw at the end of the shirt path was waiting for them at the end of the foggy one.
They may have to go through so much to get where they were going, but eventually they get their shiny new present. It may have taken years to ge there, heartache after heartache, but when they finally did, they were ever so grateful and appreciative.
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The Candlelit Path
Short StoryThere was once two paths to take. One was a very dark and foggy path filled with muddines, traps and hurdles. The fog was so bad that you couldn't even see the road ahead nor your own hand. However, there was another path filled with light and a nic...
