The journey seems long and lonely. I am not really taking it alone, but there is nobody else who can take it for me. The endless road really is not endless, as all things must come to an end. Hopefully, my end will come much later than sooner. Sometimes I feel that I am behind in my journey and that I need to catch up by hurrying. Then I recall that I could just be heading to the end that much faster and then I take my time. It begins with a single step among uncountable steps, each one distinct and never exactly the same as another. I'd rather not look back so much as to be eager to explore what is in front of me. I have come so far already and there is still so much to see. Sometimes I wonder how I made it even this far. Chance plays a large role here. I am not familiar with pursuing dreams.
