Every path has a purpose. Right? Each life would have a happiness to it. A peace. Something that made it good. Each life could be good. Which path leads to greatness? Great happiness. Is it hidden behind one of those doors? Or is it hidden along every path? Not on the main roads, but the little side paths. The bumpy and windy paths. The paths lined with overgrown bushes and unkempt trees, their spindly twigs reaching out at you as you climb over their fallen, hollowed branches filled with small woodland creatures that have settled along this bumpy, windy path and now call the fallen branch home. To the scurrying ball of fur, a hollow branch is great happiness. And it is found on the bumpy, windy path.
I fear it's a secret path. A path you might stumble upon and pass not knowing it's there to take. The fell trees and wild ground cover disguising the way. Hiding the way. Keeping its secret with piles of old leaves and a general lack of order. I fear it's a secret path, but I live in hope of finding it. That I may be close. That the next branch I step over will reveal what I've been searching for... A home. A great home.