Trekking on through a life of
High peaks and low valleys.
Bright, sunlit days
Dark, chilling nights.
Sometimes, I voyage alone;
Sometimes, I’m accompanied.
If our paths diverge,
Who’s to say we won’t meet again?
Every person, every experience,
Is a valued part of this journey.
I don’t know my destination,
But I’m in no rush to get there.

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