Walking the path

I was stepping down, down into the unknown, my eyes darting back and forth, my mind plagued with worry?

Looking back I see the path I came from, the light illuminating it, and the colors circling it; it felt, safe; like I knew it, and it knew me too; it maid me feel safe and sound, but also... trapped.

It's feeling of familiarity was suffocating as if keeping me form looking ahead, though hidden under comfort; but looking forward?

It was scary, but not deadly, it was confusing but not without reason, it was terrifying but also exiting, not knowing were it would lead yet you choose to walk the path less traveled?

You know it could be bad, and it could lead to your end, the end of your passion, the end of your hopes, and the end of your life?

But if we choose to remain, we risk doing something far worse; we given in to drought and walk away for are dreams.

I look down, before me stood two paths, one illuminated and and colored, it's end in sight, wall the other was shrouded in fog, it purpose unknown and it's goal seamed not existent?

To walk that path before it so fallow the blind truth we are given?

To walk the path unseen is to stumble in the dark, but feel the rush of reality?

Witch do you walk?