Odyssey

Wow. Just went for a run, 8km in 80 minutes. From me. ME!

Heh, just goes to show how far I've come. Not by my own strength, not by a long shot. Amanda, Marcus, Frenchie, all the people who've helped me come this far, helped me cross this half of the ocean, I'm incredibly indebted. Yet the journey is not over. There is still more to go. And I see the storms brewing before me, with trepidation in my heart, as I stand at the wheel of my ship, I am tempted to call down to the galley, telling my oarsmen to stop. I'm happy here. The view is nice.

But no. Not yet. Not when I've come this far. Rather I crash upon the stormy waves and drown than to stay here and stagnate beneath a calm blue sky. I look back upon the distance I've traversed, the shore I left behind out of sight, a clear horizon emblazoned across rolling waves. I've come this far, when I once thought I could not. Now I'm going to finish this. Not even to reach the ending any longer. Simply because I have to uphold, have to live up to, the beauty, the wonder and the power of this voyage.

This isn't a journey of the body any longer. It's a journey of my soul.