The front step seems insurmountable, as I’m marching patiently and steadfastly in the face of the storm. The wind is cold in blizzard fog, and I cannot see the mountain top. I pause and declare my victory while waiting in appreciation for what lies ahead. I wait until the path appears as the next logical step. As the wind comes surging through, I allow it to guide me to my destination, while I steadily gaze at the forefront, with no fear, only steadfast unwavering faith. Danny G.
Thoughts on metaphysics and life