As I briefly glance back to see how far I’ve come, I realize that the road behind me has gone farther than what is comprehensible. The view seemed blurred by the distance; a haze of warm, hopeful feelings makes me long to rewind time. That trail of sweet memories—was it possible to relive them? Those days of innocence and simplicity—are they just left behind forever? I am unfortunately stuck in a forward direction and I cannot walk backwards. If I could stay in those precious, lovely moments, I definitely would. Nevertheless, this unwanted fate has purpose beyond my stubborn understanding. I must keep moving onward to blank pages for this beautiful scenery behind me to be painted. Yet still I find myself wanting to be printed with my past forever—frozen like a man smiling happily in a photograph. That way I would stay smiling forever.
Giving off a sigh filled with longing and partial acceptance, I look forward again at this seemingly never-ending walkway. The view from here was shaded by a fog of uncertainty; a white haze covering the unknown. What goes on beyond this? What will happen to me? I cannot see and I am not sure, making my heart pound with anticipation and an ounce of fear. Once more, I turn my head to glance beyond my shoulder to see the warm bright past in contrast to the unknown cold future. Though I may prefer to stay in those moments of sunshine, I have no choice but to move forward. There is no other way.
I am a nomad–forever cursed to wander this earth until I die.