Sometimes there is a need for a simple life where all things just fit into place even when you are at that stage where you feel the strife life has thrown your way.
Then you wake up in the morning from a fitful sleep filled with dreams about things you had or will have in the end you are still going to be okay even maybe once in a while.
There comes a point where you try your hardest and it is not enough but you are surprised the effort you gave in the beginning was enough to give you an easy time.
Where does the path go even when you see it from a distance into the horizon into the heights so great you stumble along the way but pick yourself up and dust off the the dirt from your knees.
Choosing a less travelled track so you know even when you have to go back there is an achievement you have walked a mile or two in something all brand new to you.
Halfway through picking a chosen way and no one can say you nothing went your way as you step one at a time lifting tired legs forward and onward hope you brought something to quench your thirst.
Building into a steady pace that you choose since its only a race between you and yourself tucked away in an organized array of miscellaneous thoughts lingering your mind affray.
Not withstanding the wind caressing your ascent into the peak you seek each and every week the journey you must take to further your sense of achievement with each passing step.
It's always a journey and a destination bringing out the desire to see the end through on a mountain peak even when times a dire as you walk on legs a tire limping and crawling to where ever the end may be.
