The title of my blog is not merely a reference to a slightly terrifying children’s fable. It is a reminder that you can still keep your roots close to heart while exploring unfamiliar territories. I wrote a poem to better explain my interpretation of “leaving breadcrumbs,” and why I encourage others to follow suit, to embrace life with no hesitation. In practice, breadcrumbs may come in many forms—photos of home on the wall of a college dorm room, a collection of postcards from encounters with new cities, or simply sunny memories stored away for rainy days. In essence, they allow one to feel free to move on in life without forgetting where they’ve been.
Apparently you are what you eat In that case, I want to consume spontaneity I want to subsist on boldness and tenacity And always have leftover confidence in my fridge Should I ever need an extra boost I am ravenous—for sights unseen and experiences untasted Some say adventure should be sipped, not swallowed at a gulp But you can't always order life experiences à la carte Sometimes life is more like an all-you-can-eat buffet A make-your-own burrito stuffed with surprises and challenges A cup filled with all the sodas in the soda fountain— A myriad of flavors that may confuse the palate But which somehow work well together Sometimes I bite off more than I can chew I am one sandwich short of a picnic My bread falls buttered side down But I will never lose my zest for life When I find myself walking on eggshells I remind myself to take criticism with a pinch of salt I will never be everyone's cup of tea But I can certainly be the apple of my own eye They say a watched pot never boils But initiative may be a greater virtue than patience Only one person can eat the last cookie in the cookie jar So here is my food for thought: When you face a fork in the road, Leave a trail of breadcrumbs behind you So that if ever you are lost among the wild oats You may remember why your appetite Was so strong to begin with