Oftentimes, people reflect on their lives and wonder how they came to be at a certain crossroad or exactly how they got where they ended up. This can apply to anything in life, be it career choices, our choices of marriage partners or even personal decisions we've made, crises we've lived through.. A path is just that; a means of getting from one place to another and made up of individual stones or paces we take one after the other...When we start out on a certain path in our life, we don't have the luxury of seeing where our footsteps will lead us...That's the beauty of living...Every decision we make along the way leads us to more paths and so on and so on until by the end of our days, our life is one continuous string of smaller paths we have taken...All combined to make the final trail...Is it fate that leads us to veer from the original path we had in mind or is it something called destiny? Or is it a certain amount of luck, good and bad, or personal choice?