fairy lights

As scattered as the fairy lights so are the random paths in life we take. Twinkling and bright or broken and dark. Colourful or monotone.

Every option, every choice has a meaning of its own though at times we see not that which is before us until we come face to face to the end of the path on which we travel.

Until we stop to listen to the sound of the waves crashing along the shore. Until we appreciate that which we have instead of what we think we are lacking. Sometimes random is not such a dreadful path. Sometimes random is the only way to find meaning.