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.
The Journey to the Victory
We pick up things along our physical trail, bruises, aches and pain, as they linger on in desperation. After enough pain has accumulated over time, we pause, not knowing if we will see the destination. We become tired, and sometimes exhausted, as we tread the unknown path to our destination. We know giving up isn’t an option, as little by little, we take a leap forward into the unknown land. The leap becomes fuel for our body that lingers on for as long as needed to triumph. With every step we take we can see ahead as the fog dissipates a little, to make the way. We know we’re one step closer to our dream, as we pause reflecting on the long hard journey. Then one day as we take that step, same as yesterday, we realize today is our victory, as we march steadfastly with a crown on our head. Danny G.