The Walk Through

No one is handed the map entire. We get a doorway, a dim-lit hall, a little courage, a little fire, and the quiet nerve to begin at all.

So take the step that you can see. The next one waits beyond the bend. The path is made by walking it; the walking is the way, my friend.

There will be rooms that hold the cold, and stairs that tire, and walls that stay. But every hard thing, once walked through, becomes the light you carry away.

So build the thing your hands believe. Begin it small. Begin it true. The world is wider than it seems to those who choose to walk on through.

Keep going. The door is closer than you think.