Yet this road feels never-ending. It's barred with countless vines with sharp thorns that rip away your flesh, leaving you to bleed until there's no more blood left to spill. It's full of brick walls that need a sledgehammer to break down. The people you meet along the way either present a distraction, a crush that makes you remember how human you still are, or they present a challenge, another wall you need to huff and puff to tear down.
I almost wish there was a way to go back, and rechoose my path. At times I can't shake the feeling that things would be easier, that I would be happier. But the more I think about it, the more the truth shines bright. There is no other place I'd rather be. There are no other people I'd rather fight and bicker with. This is the place where my life began; this is the place where it will eventually end...