When I have an especially long road ahead of me, I look ahead at the horizon. The horizon is far away yet reachable. It gives me a goal to reach for. It takes my attention away from the effort it takes to keep on going. One foot after the other, I march onward.
Even as I celebrate the shrinking distance with each step, I marvel at the huge expanse ahead of me. My eyes can take in only so much of it. I am one tiny speck in a landscape that rolls on forever.
There’s something beyond that line where earth meets sky, something worth marching towards. Beyond the horizon, a vision of better times waits to unfold.
Innermost Being 