The beauty of a path lies in its structure.
The expectation that,
given a certain amount of effort,
you will end up in an expected, specified place.
The beauty of a passageway
is in the physical demarcation
of a transition between one place,
one moment,
and the next.
The beauty of living
is that you can take a path to a passageway.
Or
You can wander and frolic and explore
and stop measuring your time
in steps and transitions
stop measuring your progress
and just enjoy the adventure.