At some point, I got off the train ... with all of its momentum, with all of its ambition, with all of its worthwhile and exciting destinations. With all of its swaying back and forth, its movements, convincing its riders that progress was being made. I headed into parts unknown to me. Though I would find a trail in the wilderness, I didn’t really know that at the outset. Others had passed through and marked a path, in the generations and seasons that had come before. It required focus to make out their markings, as time and weather had worn their edges. But the path was certainly there, and with diligence could be discerned and trusted.
Getting Off The Train
At some point, I got off the train ... with all of its momentum, with all of its ambition, with all of its worthwhile and exciting destinations. With all of its swaying back and forth, its movements, convincing its riders that progress was being made. I headed into parts unknown to me. Though I would find a trail in the wilderness, I didn’t really know that at the outset. Others had passed through and marked a path, in the generations and seasons that had come before. It required focus to make out their markings, as time and weather had worn their edges. But the path was certainly there, and with diligence could be discerned and trusted.
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