Compare to our path of life

When we hike, we march our steps forward,
We fear not about the uncertain things that lay in front of us.
We do not know how to fear,
Although the distance is far,
The mountains are so high,
We will, somehow get there.
As we ascend, we made our self
As we descend, we feel the pain from our knees
We become impatient by detouring around in the woods
We swear at the fake hill tops
But somehow we still manage to get there
If there are dangerous landscapes, we tide ropes to ensure each other.
If there is a waterfall, we by-pass it.
If it rains, we put on raincoats.
If we can’t get there, we rest
Then move on.

In the mountains we seldom hesitate what is our concerns it that whether can we get to out destination on time

Most of the times we do not know what our destination is like but if we don’t march forward how would we know?

The only thing we know is that we would somehow arrive our destination as long as we march forward.