Today I got up at 7 AM to go hike 14 miles.
And I’d like to tell you that the hike was blissful but really it was just… a hike
It was refreshing, sure, but I was craving a little more
The hike was extremely foggy and misty. And because I am who I am, I somehow always find metaphors in life.
Like how the mist represented my life right now. Where I am not entirely sure where I am going, walking on a path I am unfamiliar with and craving guidance.
But even if the fog doesn’t clear, I can still walk the path. Everything eventually becomes clearer. It’s just a matter of time, right?