It was not a personal choice, but fate’s. One was dragged on to this rugged road.
The road wanders though mountains and valleys, most of the time rainy, snowy and fogy. Rarely some flowers faintly seen distantly, the only prizes over the journey.
The sky was not clear because of the mist everywhere.
Years passed. No sign of an exit from this road found anywhere.
Someone says time will change it and make it better. But time is both luxury and volatile. Who can be sure of enough savings to spend?
Like a bird being caged or a fish thrown into the wrong type of water, where is the salvation?