An adventure awaited me on a path that was not yet paved. A long dirt path with hills, sharp turns, rocky terrain, and mountains was covered by trees waiting for my first footprints to be made in its surface. I knew that the path was long and that the terrain would constantly be changing along the way.
The stretches of flat dirt path were easy to take on. I knew where I was going and I stepped forward in confidence. In confidence that I could take on the journey and terrain ahead. I had my faith, was happy, and knew that this journey was going to be great. Although everything was going well I knew that there was something that I was looking for, so I continued pressing on.
Then there were stretches of path that were rocky. These parts took some effort to make sure that the ground that I was standing on was stable. I had to balance and I had to focus. Although there were rocks in my path at times, I still pressed on even though there was some resistance. But I knew that there was something that I was looking for, so I pressed on.
As I continued down the road I discovered that I began to climb a mountain. There were times on this mountain that I felt defeated, where I lost the faith and where I felt alone. But I knew that there was something that I was looking for, so I pressed on.
Although I knew something was lost, I did not know what it was. I did not know where to look or which way to turn. But I knew that there was something that I was looking for, so I pressed on.
I can see the end of this dirt path up ahead. This road has taken me to some beautiful places both on the outside and on the inside.
I have spoken up. I have stated what I believe. I have been honest with myself and with others.
I have gained new life perspectives, knowledge, and friendships.
I knew this whole time that there was something that I was looking for, so I continued pressing on. At the end of this dirt path I can see what it was that was lost. That something is now found.
And that something that I found, is me.