A specific kind

I grew up with a very specific kind of people in a specific town with a specific reputation in a specific city. A majority of people from there follow a specific path that leads them down the same specific road. Others take the path less traveled. 

Which is better? Which is worse? The grass is often greener on the other side. Unless you can love all the grass, no matter where it is. Or maybe you only love the grass under your feet, worn and brown as it may be. Because that’s the grass you chose. 

History doesn’t have to dictate future.