I walk a lonely road...

Did you ever want something so badly, that you were willing to sacrifice anything in order to get it? When the desire alone consumed you and you reached a point where all you did was work towards that goal? But what happens when the ending is not the one you've pictured in your head? When the ending isn't the end you wanted? With what are you left then? A broken shell, tired and exhuasted from the journey that did not yield the result you wanted...

But perhaps it isn't about the destination. maybe it's about the journey itself. That transformed you into a better person. That allowed you to experience things others only dream of...

Yes, the journey was great... Now that it is nearing it's end I can't but feel nervous... Nervous of what's to come... What lies ahead... Just around the corner... The finish line that I've pictured countless times in my head? Or simply a boulevard of broken dreams...