I’ve been receiving signs that I’m on a path that I’ve always intended, even if I didn’t consciously know what it would be. All my learnings, driven by the sacrifices of the past—sacrifices both chosen and not—have led to this time. I often find myself capturing images of paths and footsteps, without consciously understanding them. As Antonio Machado wrote:
Traveller, your footprints
Are the path and nothing more;
Traveller, there is no path,
The path is made by walking.
