a path i've walked before

Even though I've walked this path before, it hasn't gotten any easier.

The mountains are just as high and hard to climb as before.
The deserts are just as hot and dry as I remembered.
The valleys are just as depressing and low as I knew they would be.
And the rivers are just as wide and the current just as strong.
And as I walk alone, I realize it would be easier with you by my side.

But do I want that?
Do I want you to do something that you don't want to?
Do I want to sacrifice your feelings for mine?
Of course I would love for things to be easier.
And I would love to have you here.
But I think even more, I want you to be happy.

So I walk this path, well worn by my own footsteps.
Climbing, swimming, running, walking, tripping, stumbling, rising, falling.
Through all these trials and troubles.
Alone.

And even though I've walked this path before, it hasn't gotten any easier.
Only more familiar.