The Journey

A snail crosses the pavement very slowly, despite the perils of such a journey. It might be a short crossing, for it might never make it to the other side. Or it just might. Boldly does it go, flinging away doubt, relishing ignorance.


Might we not take our cue from the humble mollusk? Must we question too much when instinct always has a solution? There is a journey to be made by us all, and we are unable to anticipate the true destination. Ignorance is bliss, making the progression sweeter, with anticipation our only ally, our lone company.


Venture forth, brave and true. Because when you are certain, and your will is strong, you can never be wrong.


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