I walk down a beautiful dirt road far from where I normally spend my time.
The road winds with twists and curves.
The trees along the road sway in the breeze.
Fields of vibrant wildflowers from the roadside stretch out and kiss the horizon.
But the road has a dead end.
And everyone asks, “Why do you take that road if it ends?”
And I say: “Why swim across a river?
Why climb a mountain?
Why fly to the moon?
Afterall, once you have done these things, you must turn around and go back…
You do it for the beauty of the journey.
And you do it for the love of the journey.
And when is love ever a bad thing?”
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