To compile an essay or a sheet of music, one must face a blank piece of paper. The moment before you even jot a mark, you are faced with a clean, untouched, virgin, innocent piece of paper. One speck can start an ocean of ideas flooding through the singular writing utensil, where the lack of speed becomes overwhelmed and lost in transition. I have began my journey. One step in front of the other. The path leads the way. The directions are to follow. Closer to my destination. Away from my path. Face my goals, head on. Learning from what lays behind me. Mind is focused. Spirit is willing. My body is ready. Away I go.
