I think often how Life got the seasons all wrong. Brent and I were supposed to bury Mom and Dad. Not the other way around.
She pulled a ring off Her finger and tossed it in my direction. "I am wicked in their eyes because I have an opinion. I am unclean because I will not bow to the will of men, and I am a sinner because their god is not my god."
There will be some people who understand the passage you take, for they too have walked these lands, but many will not. It is not their load to carry or their journey to make, and they will sit expectantly waiting for you to bounce back, waiting for you to reach that distant horizon, so life ...