Moving on

In the middle of the mountain, it is a forest. I am coming from afar going far. The future is bright; we have to believe that faith makes a way for miracles to happen. Very easy to say that to a hopeless person with a warm hug, but there are times you get in his shoes and miss who would comfort you with the same hug you used to give. Looking at the watch, how long I’ve been climbing not having a clear direction of where I am going. Sometimes I regret having started this journey early but a thankful voice raise in my soul that I started it before too late. In the central of many voices I feel like let me just drop all but the way back is very dangerous, and the place is horrible; I do not want to turn back. There are times I need a hall pause, but trying to take it a reminder tells me that the time will still be running. Only a break to take a deep breath by then the devil finds me in my idle time to make me busy. Lost everything and still losing but waiting on the due time to...