When you are tired and your feet are throbbing from the forty thousandth step and the fourteen kilos loaded on your back.
When your hips muscles spasm rebelling against the thirtieth kilometre you have walked today alone.
When your body is crying its song of pain only you can hear and begging that you stop.
You do not.
You question why you do this day after day and if it is the only way to find what you seek.
But each morning you still wake to walk, and you keep going until you reach the place you know you must be to find shelter and warmth and nourishment to thank your body for its service despite its complaints.
As you pass through another village, the chalky smoke of old fires burning invoke desire for rest.
The dark whispers tell you that it’s okay to stop, that you can quit and just go home.
But your spirit surges through your heart, strong and determined.
It tells you, laughing kindly, that you still don't know what you are fully capable of and you will never know if you skirt the flames.
You did not come into this world to live easy.
You came into this world to find out who you are and to discover the enormity of your own power.
You came into this world, to live this ordinary human life extraordinarily.