I'm trying to catch a new rhythm. A peace of mind that will prepare me for both grandeur and failure. More so the win, failure I've gotten quite accustomed to. I've wondered a lot recently, if I'll ever reach the top of the mountain again, or if I'm destined to trail the summit and then turn back just as the peak comes into view. I wouldn't mind, the journey is still quite beautiful, and I find a bit solace, that I am not alone. Perhaps this is the natural realisation of every life. How one is human, inherently weak and unimportant. I've got some strength left, so I'll keep walking for a bit longer. What I'm trying to say is that I wouldn't mind turning around. I wouldn't mind at all.
