Ten Thousand Years
Sometimes it feels like it’s been ten thousand years that I’ve traveled this road. A road that was first started; before I began to even understand my destiny. But as I walk each step, instead of getting closer to the light, there is a mirrored reflection of a mirage that only seems to become further away the closer I feel that I get. It is not the things you see, have or want that is the glory that waits, but that certain knowing that exist only in what is true to your life.
So I ask myself, should I change directions and give up on what I now feel is not true or do I plunge continually forward by design, because of my faith or do I question the thing that drives my being? Ten thousand years, it seems like a lifetime but truly it is only the experiences that exists at the end of everyday of my travels.
My faith is my guide,