I often lay awake at night and wonder
If I had known the destination,
Would I have taken the first step?
Would I have followed the same route?
Tripped at the same spot, fallen in the same pit,
Walked right into the same mishaps,
Treaded on the same thorns, winced and walked in the same shoes?
Taken the same wrong turns?
Swam in the same chaos that had momentarily drowned me?
Would I have changed anything to ease my pain in this long, treacherous journey?
However much the craving for a smoother walk appeases my tired soul, I know for sure that
I would go through it, all of it, as it were, all over again, a million times over, in a heartbeat.