The Young Woman and The Old Woman

"Are you lost, dear?" the old woman asked.

"Why do everyone keep asking me that?" the young woman answered.

"It's just, you've been walking aimlessly around for the past three years. We were starting to get a bit worried in the village." the old woman said.

"Everybody's always so worried about my business. And it's none of theirs." the young woman said and kept walking. The old woman walked with her.

"It's not. That's true. But that doesn't mean people won't worry and that it's bad they want to help." the old woman said.

"I don't like being lost. Every time I find a path it either changes or it closes and I'm back on my old stupid path." the young woman said and gestured to the path they were walking on.

"You shouldn't worry though." the old woman said.

"That's easy for you to say." the young woman said.

"Think back. What was your biggest worry just three worries ago? Do you remember? Maybe you don't. Because somehow it worked out. You have to have faith and trust in yourself more. Nobody likes seeing you lose your cool." the old woman said.

"Lose my cool? That's kind of youthful of you to say." the young woman said.

"Oh yeah, well. I spent a lot of time online after I retired, you know." the old woman answered.