Imagine setting out on a long journey. One with neither a destination nor a predetermined length, but supposedly when you reach your ending, a breathtaking scenary awaits you. You are free to stop along any point. but it may be hard to find your path again.

This is not about life, but of a journey I've taken.

I've been trekking for a long long time. Through dense forestry, open fields, climbed hills and picked up new survival skills. I've stopped along the way to look at flowers, savour the berries, bask in the sun. I've also spent countless night bewildered and shivering in the cold. Lost wthout a map and compass, I was unsure of how to carry on.

Meeting the occasional strangers, some nice, some nasty. Some who bothered to accompany me along the more trecherous paths and help me through difficulties. When I was tired, there were some who cajoled me to continue moving - and I did. Some stretched me to my extremes while some just made me feel completely redundant. There are others who just seemed to make the road longer and unaccomplishable.

After trudging for miles, is it time to rest and end my journey here? Though the scenary is not as nice as I expected, but who's to say I will find a nicer environment than this? Part of me wants to explore further, but it's time to let a travel-weary me take a break.

* Disclaimer: The above is just an exaggerated analogy of my path. I have not been emotionally scarred or anything. I just need to reconcile my thoughts.