A path

I once thought life was a rollar coaster,
with its ups and downs.
I am no longer sure,
for it feels more like a simple path,
where we put one foot in front of the other.
It is not a tight rope walk,
with dangerous falls on either side,
Yet, there are sides, not always clearly marked.
One part like a swamp murkey and full of bitterness.
Sloshing through that muck is never easy
and it clings to your heart like mud to the skin.
The other side seems lighter and more aloof,
walking as if we were better than any one else.
The truth is that we are not
and each person should walk with each other.
Each side of that path is folly, but the lines are not clear,
no clear demarcations of black and white.
We wander in between those lines with every move we make.
For reason not known to me,
thankfulness seems to be the key.