Look in front

Walking home, plugged into mp3 player, I heard a distant bicycle bell ring. Instantly, I turned back but I just couldn't see where the bicycle was. When I turned front again, the bicycle is right in front of me and I almost crashed into it.

Everytime I heard something "ringing", I would think it's from the back. I always turn back. Not noticing what is in front of me.

I've been thinking back about the roads I've walked, and not thinking about the roads I'm going to walk.

Reminiscence. Not letting go. Looking back.

I learning. Learning to look forward. Learning to tread on new roads, to explore. With caution, but, I'm sure I can find my footing on my path.