When you bring your hand to your brow line,
and squint your eyes to see.
The tree line looks more dense
The birds tiny flecks in the sky
The pebbles a sea of sand
When life is far away,
the end so unclear.
Nothing defined or cut in stone,
and not what it seems from far away.
The only way to see it clearly
is to continue to hike the journey.
One foot in front of the other,
make space for the dips and inclines underfoot,
allow the body and mind to adapt,
and just keep going.
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