Not quite to plan

There's just something to be said about walking up to the fork in the road and intentionally choosing the harder path.  I'm not going to sit here and tell you that I could clearly see both ends of the fork.  I had an idea as to where each path would lead me, but the bends in the road make it harder to be sure.  So, I took the road that led to the destination I want to arrive at.  I know for a fact this road is way more difficult.  But the "what if I didn't ever try" factor was just too damn high to pass up.  The potential reward is so worth the trip.  I've taken a couple of bumps so far.  Nothing too severe, no broken bones yet.  But there's this feeling that when you choose the path, you also choose how the road goes.  At least with me there was.  Like, I knew how hard it would be, but it's all OK.  It's on my terms.  It's my version of manageable.  But then life turns around as you get complacent and lets you know that it's never on your terms.  So, with a new bruise I pick myself up, dust myself off and get back on the path.  Cause I think I can almost see the end.  And it's a better ending than I originally pictured.