Sometimes, I forget that there has to be a starting point. I forget that I have to find out how to begin first before I could get to where I want to go. I could envision the road, though; that long and winding road. And the glorious moment at the journey’s end. But it’s just now that it occur to me, as long as I don’t find my ground and as long as I don’t take the plunge, the farthest that I could reach within my purpose is through a head trip.
Honestly, to a degree, I might have gotten adrift and disoriented about certain significant things. But lately, bit by bit, sense falls in. And I think I know now how to begin my struggle. A struggle that my intrepid heart is ready to defy.