It repeats, replays itself in his head like a never ending loop. It’s a question, that he keeps asking himself. It’s a statement of defeat he condemns onto himself.
He had long believed this is his destiny, and he put great faith in it and walked it diligently. He knows what he is to become, what he needs to do in the process, and what to expect by the end of his little walk.
But the problem is: He doesn’t know what he is doing.
Too often and too naively he take this blind faith for granted. Yes, he took the road bravely as any travellers of the wilderness. There is a destination, but there is no road. How should he travel? East? West? He realised that there is a luxury of methods to finish the race. But in what way should he achieve that?
But he knows it is way to late to turn back, journeyed too far to return. If there is no road, then he shall make one. The process determines the quality of the product. What he is or plans to do, decides the results of his labour.
So, what are you doing?
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