Path

For the whole life, I had passed millions paths behind. The path kept changing along the way. One day, I walked on the smooth cobble stone path. Another day, I walked on paved little path with green trees at left and right side where I felt so fresh and so closed to the nature. Another day came, where I walked on the dirt path without any single pavement. It was hard, rash and I was alone. The day had passed, and the next day, I got lift on motor bike, still on the dirt path, but not alone, and I was okay. The other day, still on dirt path, I walked again, the road was still harsh, but I was not alone. Next day, there was even no path. It was rotten bridge which was really hard to pass, but I have friends with me. The next day, it was a really good path, and I had good vehicle to ride, but I felt so lonely like a hell. And then, another path, beautiful, I was not alone and happy. I don’t know where my path will lead to at the end. But I will keep walking, no matter what. As Rosalia de Castro said, “I see my path, but I don’t know where it leads. Not knowing where I’m going is what inspires me to travel it”

A path in Istanbul

A path in Istanbul

Somewhere in Munich

Somewhere in Munich

Somewhere in South Kivu

Somewhere in South Kivu

Somewhere in South Kivu

Somewhere in South Kivu

Somewhere in South Kivu

Somewhere in South Kivu

Passing Lumene River

Passing Lumene River

Somewhere in Jordan

Somewhere in Jordan

Somewhere in Casablanca

Somewhere in Casablanca

The photos above show my paths during my life journey. For more paths, you’re most welcome to visit here.