this is my personal essay for those who'd like to read it

Let my mind break loose, let everything go. Let my thoughts roam to the unknown and explore every darken corner. Let me critic, applauded, and rejoice. Let my mind be filled with thoughts unknown. Let me, let all be free with no restrictions other than the boundaries of our minds. Break free of the bonds that hold us so tightly so we can wander aimlessly. Let us choice not to have a set destination or path to follow. All I want is to be free and not confined.
Thoughts roam as they will and they will never change, for no one can disapprove of thoughts they never hear. I find my mind wandering territory I never could imagine existed until I, myself, saw it with my own mind. So now that I have been down this road, or train of thought, I find myself going again and again to search through all the roads that lead off this track.
The first two roads are simplistic, one going left and one going right. So out of pure curiosity I stop and look down both roads, though I am already certain that I would take neither of these paths. The rode to the right was well traveled and looked as if half the world had walked through it. There was a light at the end of the road that seemed to be as bright as the sun, yet it seemed either fake or too real to believe in. Farther down the road to the right there were steep steps leading up into the stars and dark sky.
I then turn back to the other road to my left and see an almost equally traveled path. This path was as full of dark shadows as the other was full of light. Though this path seemed to spiral downwards far down the path. This path to the left was much like the one to the right, though they looked so different. They both seemed too real to believe in and so transparent it must be fake. As I turn back to the way I was originally going I notice two words at the bottom of each of the paths. The word in front of the right path said ‘Good’ and the word for the left said ‘Evil’. Two simplistic words for two simple paths.
I continue down the path I was on and went passed many other paths. All these paths were as simple as the first two and were labeled just as simple. All the paths always had the same two directions, one side going left the other right. There were always the two paths, never one alone. There were ‘Betrayal’, ‘Greed’, and ‘Lies’ to the left and ‘Trust’, ‘Give’, and ‘Truth’ to the right. All the paths I had passed so far were one or the other, a clear shot to wherever the path was headed, never more complex than picking one. The paths, for the most part, were clear, no obstacles to block the goal, therefore I thought the goal must not be such a grand prize. For what could you get for no more effort than picking what you want.
As I wonder down this main path, I wonder of where this path goes, for all paths must go somewhere. Unless this one path splits, it will continue on, and as it seems now, go nowhere. Then I wonder if there will ever be any other path that I would like to take, and if I would take it.
As I continue down the path searching the others, I notice that the further I got the more complex the paths are. Not just the paths to the left and right, but my path’s terrain seems rougher to. Though my path had gotten harder, I had barely noticed. I was focused on going on, continuing my journey, and would not get discouraged by something so simply fixed with some perseverance.
The words of the paths I passed became more complex and not all of them were white and black. Then I find myself stopping at a path to the right named ‘Curiosity’, the path opposite being named ‘Tempest’. The one I faced held a mysterious air that made me want to dare enter. The path seemed to go on and on with no end. I thought of going through this path, leaving the one I had been traveling behind. But then I looked back to the way I had been going, at all the other options I would pass and all the difficulties I would have to pass to see those other choices. I turned back to face my path and realized I had been facing to the left, facing the ‘Tempest’, only thinking that the path was ‘Curiosity’. I looked at the real path to the right and saw it was named ‘Refusal’. I smiled to myself, now know I can refuse being tempted, and continued down the path I was on, wondering if I would always be on this path.
The paths became more frequent as I traveled on. There became a time where there was not a rode on each side. The first rode that did not have another was named ‘Rebellion’. The rode was on the right, but rather than going straight and up it curved until it was parallel to my path was. But then it went off to the right again and continue so far that my eyes could not see. The path was covered with obstacles that went with the word and I was tempted to stray from my path and face the challenges that came with ‘Rebellion’. I shock my head and turned around to see if I could still see the ‘Tempest’ in the distance. I could barely see, but I knew that it was there waiting for me to give in. I looked back at the ‘Rebellion’ and smiled sadly, even though I would like to go I would rather continue down my path. So I continued back down my path wishing I could travel both.
Another path caught my interest as I headed down my own. ‘Thought’. It seemed to be full of twist, turns, and complexities. I tried to follow its path with my eyes, not daring to step any closer to the path. As it swirled to the left, I examined all the different obstacles that lined the path and thought how a person could ever make it to the end. To find an answer I thought more of the word, and saw that it was more complex than I could imagine. This kind of thought, so deep and full of philosophy, could never be simple and risk free. I stepped closer to the path and was overwhelmed by the sense of responsibility, complication, and pressure. I immediately stepped back for fear of not being able to handle the pressure the air around the path. This path was not for me, for though I love all the many thoughts that exist I could not comprehend the thoughts this path lead to. Rather than ‘Thought’ it should have been named ‘Challenge’, for all the thoughts the path lead to challenged everything the common mind was built up of.
As I continue on my rode passing all the options I could take, ignoring each one of them, until I see something in the far off distance. I paused for a second unsure of my decision to move on or quickly chose a different path. The paths around me still seemed like nothing and I saw none that I would ever pick. I know that everything comes to an end eventually, but an end seemed to soon to be. I walked on mindlessly, hoping a path that I could go down would show. None did. But I knew that the path I was on was my own and it was where I should.
I reach the end of my path, never turning, and am disappointed. My journey is over and I am left with just the word at the end of my path. I turn back around and look at all the obstacles I had passed and all the other paths I refused to take and realize that the word I had found was right. I turned back to the word and bent down so I could run my hands over the letters. The word was carved in the ground with handwriting that fascinated me as much as the word did. ‘Wanderer’. Before this journey, I would have never considered the word to have much importance, but now at the end of my journey I treasure the word as if it were my own. I stand back up to look beyond the end and then carefully stepped over it. I shall continue to wander and wonder where I shall go.
Let me wander, let me roam. Do not hold me to one single path, let the options continue. Though I know I will not pick just one path and will keep wondering, let me have the option of choosing. Let me be free to pick if I change my mind, though I know I will not. Though I am fated to stay on one path and never turn, let me feel as though I have the option to change my fate. So I can feel free. If it is my will to be free and is my own idea to be free.