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The soothing effect she got from the melodies floating in the air, as afternoon comes everyday, were enough as a reminder of how there’s nothing so fulfilling at a moment of boredom. A day becomes a week, and a week turns into a whole month of nothingness.

As thoughts and thoughts flied around her mind, barely stopping, restraining her in a state of peace. There are many things she wants to do despite all the limitation that holds her, because she knew, a movement costs pennies and she barely earns any.

The whistling wind soon made the best motions, beckoning her to unlock the long abandoned door to be opened. The fresh air entered her nostrils. As she was calming down, her mind followed.

She took one step. Ahead facing her were a broad view of future. There were two paths, both looking enchanting. On the first path was a lane filled with gravel, at the end was a source of light beaming softly, there was no shelter to protect her from the storm or heat rays if they were to come, but on the sides of it was rows of huge leaves she can use as a replacement.

The second path was gravel free, there was long canopy to protect her from the sun rays or the rain if they were to come, on its left and right were daisies lining up till the end of the path, after the path wasn’t lit instead it was pitch black, from the place she was standing she couldn’t trace any lighting source whatsoever.

Both paths seemed to have the opposite traits, and as her mind absorbing the situation at hand, she realized whether it the left or the right path that she were about to choose, she needed to be prepared with whatever fate she was about to be faced sooner or later.

She hasted her steps, contemplating the options. The wind whispering luring words into her confused mind. It was only a minute later that she strided forward. She seemed to have made her choice.

Her right leg leads the way. Again, it was her idealist self who always have the final control in her. She choose the best lane that seems hard in the eyes, but have a beautiful end. Her belief. She started her journey.

- E, 170315, 13:56