We've been spending so much time being concerned with things behind us we've lost sight of what's within or without and we've stopped looking forward and instead gaze inward. Never was the road pretty when we walked it, but god damn do I remember it being beautiful. I've scaled many mounts, if only to catch a glimpse of that memory, but I've forgotten to look forward. Eyes fogged with doubt, I look forward, searching not for a memory, but a new day, beautiful.
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