We travel the path before us,

Not knowing where exactly it leads

We pause,

looking behind to see where we’ve been where

We’ve come from.

We realize we’ve climbed hills, stumbled

Over rocks, become tired.

But we got this far.

We made it this far.

We turn our eyes back to the path ahead, pushing

Onward, where we do not know.

And there we smile in the absence of

Certainty and encounter

Beauty, waiting just for us in just that

Moment

For perhaps that is the journey,

After all

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