Still I spoke. As one by one my whānau, my family, turned away. The old story. I was supposed to drown. The truth was stained and shamed them.
“Where are you going?” she asks. Mark looks into the darkness in front of him; the bright road lines on the highway are clear only for a few feet in front of the truck before they disappear into the night. “Same place you are,” he answers, and he just keeps driving.
You are your only constant. Find comfort inside yourself. Lose yourself in every moment, but never forget where you’ve been, who you are, and what you wish to become.