People always reprimand me for not wearing shoes. I always laugh, tell them I’m better off without them and then make several different sour faces when I step on big, sharp rocks.
Walking on a road without shoes can leave some very unwanted blisters, and not knowing how long you’ll be walking can cause some unwanted stress. The key is to try your very best to keep pushing forward.
I started walking down a road a long while ago and I’m still stepping on those big, sharp rocks. I’m waiting for someone to meet me, but I’m unsure of where they are or when they’ll be here. I’m just hoping they’ll come in good time.
I forgot to mention the name of the road I’ve been travelling on. It belongs to lovers and I’m still confused as to how I got here in the first place. Maybe when I lost love I just kept walking. It’s called ‘Lover’s Lane’, but I haven’t found much love… yet.
The person I am supposed to be with will eventually meet me on this road. The rocks I step on are the roadblocks I face on my way there; the guys that do me wrong, the ones who lied and said they were “the one”. I get hurt too easily. I need to stop trusting so easily; I need to wear my shoes.
I’ve never been very good with directions and I contradict myself because I’ve never liked using directions either. This is a different kind of road, I can't follow a map; I have to follow my heart. I’m stubborn, but you probably already knew that based on the fact that I refuse to ever wear shoes.
Sometimes I wonder if I am lost and I think about turning around. Maybe I should go back and find that lost love. I look back and there are a million signs that all say "Wrong Way". I forget that my past is behind me, and I know I am not lost because forward is the only direction I should ever be moving.
When I get careless, I stop paying attention to the rocks I might step on and look around. I see people in pairs, so in love. Two things set me apart from them, though. They have love, and they’re all wearing shoes. They’re careful; they wear their shoes… they aren’t stubborn.
They say you always find love when you’re least expecting it; don’t look for it and it will come. For some reason, I can’t stop walking, and for some reason, the rocks never seem to stop me.
My feet hurt and my hope is starting to give in. The stress of not knowing if my destination even exists exhausts me. It seems like I should make some changes before my feet hurt too badly and my hope is gone for good.
I’m trying to prove a point. I tell myself that if I step on a rock it won’t hurt, but it does every time. I don’t wear shoes because I want to show that I am strong. Sometimes it’s best to put the stubbornness aside and admit that it’s smart to wear shoes.
I’m going to continue down this road for as long as I have to. I believe that everyone meets the missing piece to their pair on Lover’s Lane. I’ve come to the conclusion that maybe a pair of shoes is all I need to find my missing piece.
It’s time to stop being so stubborn. It’s time to find a pair of shoes.
