The Connection

dry wash lane

(Photo Credit: Crispina Kemp)

It was a path for both the intrepid and the ignorant. While the former walked with a clear knowledge, the latter had no knowledge about where walks led. While one was reckless in courage, the other couldn’t distinguish between the two. Yet they both traversed, traipsed, trod, and trampled gamely. Unknown destinations and unforeseen circumstances awaited them both. While one cared about where he was going the other just ended up being somewhere with nary a hint of care or concern.

The road looked as though it was punched by a giant hand of incomparable strength and brute power. The thick clumps of grass abutting the narrow road were lethargic in their looks and lackadaisical in their growth. Yet the road still connected two ends. Ends which could be either consequential or irrelevant. It was still a connector to a connection.

Connections are all that matter in our lives.

(Word Count: 150)

Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #22 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.

2 thoughts on “The Connection

  1. Like the path in the photo, your 150-word prose leads the reader on. But unlike that path (which leads only to the village), it leads to something profound. Yes, ultimately it is the connections that matter.

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