whenourdaycomestodie

Time is universal. The journey is unique.

As I walk down this path, there will be no returning. Step by step I will be closer to what will either by my doom or salvation. Am I willing to go this far?

Reasons cross my mind not to wander this road, convincing my of the status quo but for far too long have I felt so much anger and sadness. Deep inside I know that this is not the way I want to continue my remaining days.

Not the thirst for adventure has driven me down to this, but rather the desperation and urgence to find new hope.

The more I take these steps below, the more familiar they become, I think by myself, yes I have wandered here before, back in a time when I was young and hopeful, back when I was full of spirit. 

Nowadays, these days the scene is nothing compared to the past. What was a glide and joy to walk that path has now become a dreadful crawl. As if life has escaped these walls and hope has abandoned this place, leaving it to die in solitude. I think to myself, has it come to this? My younger self would have slapped me in the face and would have been disappointed. 

As every step I take down feels heavier, doubt starts to form in my thoughts. A smack of persistence of what is still left in me pushes me back to consciousness. Why does this road feel so much different? Is it because I am too late? Is it because I walk this path out of pity and unknown duty?