I found myself standing on a crossroad a few months back. On my left I saw a way where there was nothing right, on my right I saw a place where there was nothing left. In front of me I saw the toughest terrain I had ever seen and behind me was a road which would have taken me to a place where there was no right or wrong and nothing could be changed. Walking by myself I heard voices within me but there were so many distractions. Too tired to carry on but there was something which was stopping me from halting. I was wounded but something healed me. I decided to take the way which was in front of me. Soon I realized I wasn’t alone there were so many similar persons trying to cross the terrain and the something which was helping me all this time was seeing me from above. I walked, I jogged and I sprinted but his eyes were still watching me. I went up and down the mountains, crossed rivers and leaped over others who had fallen but still when I look in front of me there is no finish line. It’s like a race to the horizon, you can see it but can never reach it. Yet I move on because while walking through these valleys I hear echoes of my loved ones calling me. As I move on i may lose my powers physically but with those eyes upon me and with these voices calling me I develop the power of will and hope.