Once there was a traveler, going about his way. Walking, working, waiting, all throughout the day. Surrounded by strangers, some of whom he considered friends; trying to balance work and life, trying to meet those ends.
For three years he did this, aiming for the extra mile. Sometimes he’d remember, the good old days and smile. For three years he did this, and there were times when things got rough. For three years he did this, and he learned just how to be tough.
And now here he stands, at the brink of realization. He holds in his hands, the key to his destination. Yes, it’s the same journey that everyone else is taking. But now he is thinking, “Will I still be there at the ending?”