How many steps does it take to reach fulfillment?
The only way to know is to travel without fear,
Being able to fight through the tsunami of self-doubt
That drags even the best of swimmers underwater.
One must follow the winding yellow brick road,
Especially when the path is no longer yellow but a dark blue
From the countless sorrows one must face
To know which way is the right direction.
There are no signs, no signals, no guides.
With a brave heart and true compassion,
One can finally arrive at Oz
Or they could get lost in cyclones of frustration;
The choice is theirs from the beginning.
There exists a path between birth and death.
One can choose to take the pre-ordained, fraught with numerous perils,
Or they can forge their own way forward,
And learn from their drawbacks.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any reference to a person, place, or thing is purely coincidental.