The path to greatness is riddled with thorns and potholes. Then, there's the constant fog that hides the rest of the road. Too often we see no further than just a few inches ahead. And in these times, when we have walked too far, we look ahead and begin to wonder 'Is there even an end at all?"
"Why did I even walk this path? And why do I keep going?"
Of the few who chose to take the road, only a handful keep walking on. No end in sight, nothing to hold on to but a vision. A vision that one day, the road will end and the sun would rise between the mountain peaks.
And when the night is darkest, they raise their eyes to the sky and see the clearest blue!
The night is over; tomorrow begins now!