The road to life is never straight, Every step has fate; every turn carries weight.
Living presents a barrier. like tighten hands or changing stone. It hides in uncertainty, it waits in fear.
an unclear voice gave advises, "stay here." It hides under failed target, or dreams we left without secret. It can be a loss or pain, or hunger. Hope is just like rain while it storms.
It can be words that hurt the spirit, or links that block us from the objective.
But stumbling blocks are not the end. They shape the road, they repair it.
Strength is born where walls are tall. and when we fall, our bravery grows.
Living is more than just to breathe. It's looking for light by means of deception.