Sitting wondered what it would be worth, where and to where I was walking? Who I really was and what I wanted to be.
long I walked, but the long road full of forks and did not seem my place.
Looking for a side plate shortcut flashed in my field of vision, it looked the other the path of perdition.
Going forward was the right thing to do, no matter the weather, the setbacks did not matter that I would have to win, I was always taught that the end was the reward. The pot of gold.
But I was not worried about the award, even with the barriers, which took me sleep was the way the choice.
The desperation, the desire to drop all the uncertainty, were part of the process or symptoms of the error?
Life has never proved easy and every time I climbed another rung something made me go back two. And I learned that callused feet, tired body and sweat are part of what you will become in the future, even if your dream does not become reality.
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