Maybe there is no definitive destination
And we have already arrived
At a series of milestones waiting for us
Stretched out along a personalized path
Where we can pause and catch our breaths
To peer up at the brilliance of the stars
Marveling at how we came to exist
On this wondrous path of life.
I know, dear soul, that each step is heavy
On this never-ending perilous road
But there are small moments of beauty
Little breaths of relief from the upward climb
Made up of perspective, hope, and peace
Reminding us that we are beloved humans
On a path of searching, discovery, and healing
Trying, always trying, to find our way home.
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