There is no way around it; there is no grand staircase to our ultimate destination, wherever that may be. We can only follow it, enjoy the adventure, and hope for the best.
Sometimes the road of life has no trail to follow. Sometimes it's just grass, sometimes it's just mud. Sometimes the concrete pavement disappears, and we have no choice but to make our own steps; head for our chosen path and see where it takes us.
We all have different roads, sometimes intertwining, but never fully combining. We are alone in our journey to nowhere.
All we know is that life is a great adventure, every once in a while. And just the same, life is a horrible place to be every once in a while.
We just keep moving forward, down this filthy road, getting our pants wet and soggy.
No matter how many times we trip, no matter how many times we get our legs bruised, we keep walking, running, sprinting towards our undetermined fate.
I like rolling around in the mud.
It keeps me heavy, it keeps me dirty and grounded. It keeps me alive, and desperate to survive.
Sometimes I allow life's grime to take over the surface of my body.
Sometimes I let the wounds and the dirt eat up my existence.
That is because I know that my journey goes on. That life goes on.
And the rain will wash it all away eventually. And it is going to feel so good.
I am going to run through the rain; I am going to see the sun rise again. I will see the flowers bloom on the large fields that I am bound to come across.
I will feel the breeze and let the wind cleanse me as I hop along this unending road.
I will sing to myself and to everyone I will meet along the way, to remind them that the sun always comes back no matter how many times the oceans swallow it.
I may be alone in this journey, but my adventure is an exciting one. It is filled with tragedy, and dirt, and grime. And just the same, it is full of hope, and dreams, and flowers on the side of the road.
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