I drive with silence.
It’s a lonely road, and one I never thought I’d travel. I never would have imagined this to be my path of life. It’s been an uphill struggle, with sharp bends and sudden dips—sometimes I lost sight of the top of that hill.
But it’s the hill I chose to climb, and now… here I am, at its peak, looking back into my past. My perspective has changed. Here I am, at its peak, and I’m not looking up anymore.
(Have I left you behind? I reach out, can you take my hand? But everyone is still climbing their hill—I’ve reached the top of mine.) Here I am.
Where do I go now? There’s no more path, no more road to travel, not like the one I had. Will I ever get that back, that path towards something?
Where do I go now?
I’m wandering. I’m lost.
Can you see me, from the top of this hill? Can you see who I am?
See who I am. I am what I love.
And I love you. I love what you do; I love who you are. Each and every one of you—a unique and individual human, climbing their own hill. So take my hand, and we’ll walk this next path together.