It is incredible, the journey. The not realizing you're on a journey until you have arrived at a place complexly different than the place you were before. There is no line that says "start here" and no "you are here" marker indicating you are, anywhere. And as time passes and moments just keep happening, every moment something is happening, and then at some point your markers changed, it's in a new place, and you have no idea how it got there... you realized you prayed, a lot, and start thanking God and every ounce of Divinity that brought you to your new place, a place that can see more clearly or hear with an iota of less resistance. A place where you aren't entirely consumed with the very thought of your existence. A place that you not only want to, but see how to, bring more peace. "Just focus on the next few steps." You start thinking about everyone you've allowed yourself to be with, actually, be, with since you started traveling on that journey. The moments that seemed so simple, and whole. One moment you had no words for what you were doing, and the next, immense gratitude that something shifted. That you took a next step and a next one and a next one. And then, you're okay with the next one...