Indeed we have to walk this path alone, and sometimes we walk blindly, and along the way, we do find ourselves surrounded by the uncertainty and unwanted figures lurking in the dark. We do fall in the mud, but we had to get up again to continue on our way, but we do take care of the light that we hold so that we have it till the end.
Our way is the journey, the process and not the end. It is what we make of it. It is doing what we feel right and knowing that there is hope. It is the courage to go on whenever we feel uncertain. It is the strength to get up whenever we fall. It is the inspiration we get with a piece of knowledge that all the things will pass, and it's just a matter of time until we see the end of the road, the light, the smiling faces of those who walked the path before us. It is the knowledge that we are not alone in this universe. It is the love that we have in all of us!
Saying goodbye was always difficult. We have learned to love each other in short time provided us. We did cry some rivers, and we head on our way wondering what has become of us. We asked ourselves what experiences in life brought us closer together in mind and at heart even though we are divided by this real distance. I still feel closer to the new found friends even though they're just memories. One day, I hope our paths will cross again, and we could say, we are still connected by this gossamer thread. Our hearts are one.