A dream of courage...

Walk a lonely path, without purpose, without meaning. No obstacles to climb. No light to reach. A somber path. Entangled branches tearing at us, yet we walk. Without a sense of purpose. Automatons. Eerie reflections stare at us from the muddy pools at our feet. Smirking. Yet we move on. Dissoriented, utterly lost. Yet we command each leg to move forward. Torn clothing, mere shreds of an appearance lost so long ago. Yet we walk. Why? What purpose leads us on such a journey? Why did we leave all that was bright and safe? Why did we bother with the wounds and aches that plague us? Spring. The wonderful notion of spring, of blooming life, of renewed dreams. Nothing is so noble as our search for another soul. Nothing is worth our fight as much as finding eternal bliss.