What else is there but continuing. Keep on. Just keep on.
If I sit here and look at the road behind, where is the hope in that?
And ahead? Ahead light illumines the next step.
I am lonely for those who walked with me before.
But I am not alone now.
There are new faces and beloved voices and those who sharpen me, though it’s not enjoyable.
So I turn away from the path already walked and its regret and remembered joys.
What else is there but continuing.
Just keep on.