I am on the good path now. I must keep walking it. It will twist and turn. There will be obstacles and bridges and small towns along the way. Here I step, one in front of the other. The trail long before me. There will be times to stop and times to run. I fear the soft lull and call of warm valleys as much as the treacherous snow covered rocky peaks. Both are equally capable of stopping my journey to the beyond. A land I’ve never seen or heard spoken of lies in the distance. That I am certain of. That is my goal, my destination, my destiny.
Like the sun rises and the moon waxes and wanes. I rise and fall knowing one always precedes and follows the other. That natural rhythm of life, to breathe in and exhale the ever rhythm of life. That is the way forward. Always in the end, forward.
I walk that path that few understand and even fewer recognize and yet fewer choose to follow. It is a path of human being not of a god or supernatural force. It is the simple march of time strode by a human-being striving for more than the crowd offers.
