You must run like the river does, fast, slowly. Hearing it makes me drowsy. On its march towards the sea, in its vast emptiness, what a march to such a solemn destiny. You must go above and beyond the waterfalls you will encounter, against the winds and dust that bother and blind, for you of all, will overcome. Carry in your heart what you wish for, what you may, what you dare, for the travel is long and arduous, for its pain and joy, and every piece of goodwill you can bring will serve you as guide and comfort. Such is the journey in the map that lies before you, the route of your choosing shall be the one you create, for the paths given to you will lead you astray, will carry you to where you are untruthful to yourself even when it is where others desire you to be. What a journey you will have, what a story you will have. You may do as you heart desire, you may carry yourself until your legs give in and in the soil you lie, and then comes the moment you must crawl, but never give up, for that is a journey worth to tell, to tell those around you, today tomorrow, and one to remember when old your bones become and the skin acquires more wrinkles than years you have lived. In your end you won’t deny, that every step taken was a victory, and although the price seemed steep and the will seemed to recede, in the end the victories were well worth the expense. What the years made of you is up to you and no one else. There will be moments of doubt and fear, and through them you must plow in a relentless fashion, for this are the biggest obstacles you will face, do so with the chin up, do so with the fire within you, the one that will light the way forward. And the prints behind may guide another such as you. What a chance to live you will have, what a chance you are having, what a chance you had, you could have chosen from all of the paths, or chosen not a trial at all, yet whatever trial you chose to endure, I hope you never stop the momentum, to commend a never ending will to go forward unto dawn and beyond.