Found this piece of writing in a work journal, dated just two weeks before life completely changed.
The earth unfolds before my eyes.
A path carved into a mountain.
But is it the direction destined for me?
In the distance another land, another place.
Awaits patiently for curious, brave souls.
Is it my land?
Is it my place?
Can’t stand still.
Won’t go back.
Need to move forward.
Move Ahead.
Looks like others have been here before me.
How do I make my mark?
And what road do I pave for those behind me?