The loneliest place to be is in a room full of people. You look around as they laugh and joke but you just can't quite get it. You know you are slightly different, undeniably a little strange. They know it too. It hurts to be "different", so you try to conform...impossible. You are far to great to bow to the feet of normality, so you opt to leave the familiar.

You choose to follow the road less travel, in the undying quest to be yourself. Its gets hard, strong winds blow growling that you should continue to be a puppet in the show that we call life letting the materialistic, superficial ways of the world be your puppet master. Terrible storms come that make you desire to be in the shelter of mediocrity. Hail falls continuously pounding into your head making you think your uniqueness is a curse.

A cross road appears, to your left the conditions seem the same as the road you are traveling, hard, rough, unforgiving, empty. To your right, there are clear sunny skies that seem gentle and welcoming. Whats even better is the road is full of joyful people moving along. It looks appealing, you've been alone for so long, too long it seems. You just want to be happy because you feel lonelier now then you did in that room full of people.

However something in your gut is telling you to continue along the unforgiving road. You do. As you travel you begin to find your self, you come to peace with yourself. You realize that you aren't the same as everyone else, slightly different, undeniably a little strange, but it's ok. Before you know it, you reach your destination, your road is filled with clear sunny skies, however you are still alone. That's when it hits you, zero is a differnt type of first place.......

TAKE YOUR JOUNERY