From where do I walk from and to where? I ask myself.
But I do know, for it is set in stone our last destiny.
It is, however, our destination which is unknown.
I do know mine. I say to myself.
It is from West to East, a place that I must seek.
A place that I shan't return after it is reached at the end of the journey.

But it is the journey the difficult one to overcome.
We stray from the path we must follow,
Not always returning but always accepted back.
Like prodigal sons return to their father's bosom, still loved.
It is this journey that shapes us, molds us, and makes us.
Am I to deny the forces that make me astray but help me overcome?

Indeed dark times come to the life of the individual.
As the journey goes on, so do these times,
Ever difficult, never easy to pass.
But hope still remains and we go back to the path.
Now stronger and wiser but still ever watchful.
Always vigilant, for the fight never ends.

And the dark times return. Still with stronger ways.
Times where birds don't sing and wind doesn't blow.
Despair at the point of the sword that threatens us,
Wanting us to bow to the profane virtues of the forces that hunt us.
But still our will is strong and our fight is not yet finished.
And still we walk on with another victory and many more fights ahead.

From where do I walk from and to where? I ask myself one more time.
As if to remind me of my original purpose.
The one destiny that we all face but not all accept.
I think of the battles ahead and smile upon my enemy
It is from West to East, the one place that I must seek,
That last place from where I shan't return when the fight is over, and victory assured.

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