Lost Sight, Found Strength

The path is so dark and dim, but Julie keeps walking. She is scared, yet her adrenaline makes her look back several times, urging her to walk faster with each step. She wonders why she can't move faster and then realizes it's just her thoughts getting wilder the longer she's on the road. She shouldn't have chosen this path—terrified and confused. She's already halfway through. It sucks. The only way is to adapt, over time. She has one more block, two more, and again she convinces herself it's just one more step to her destination. She's no longer afraid when she starts looking at the sky instead of the road. The evening feels scarier when it's right in front of our eyes, but when it's above, the stars are beautiful. The cold air on her skin feels warmer as her mind grows calmer. Gently, she realizes that she's no longer worried. In fact, she's arrived, in no time.

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I think loneliness comes from the mind. It's not about being surrounded by no one, because the world is so big, and we're so small—yes, perhaps we're nothing at all in this world. We're supposed to just keep living. It's hard to see the good in it. It kills you inside when you realize how wrong you've been all this time, yet you just can't go back. A pastor told me this story: There's no turning back. It's hard to keep walking when you're on the wrong path. At that time, I had no confidence to keep going and was crying. The pressure from the story tried to bring me down, and I lost my sight. He didn't tell me the ending. But, my father did. He told me not to look down, try to keep your head look up.