i remember one time when i was in wicklow, ireland, and i walked into a cul-de-sac. when i got to the end, i just stood there motionless. it was almost as though it took a while for me to realize that the road didn't go any further than it did. slightly paralyzed and confused (for some strange reason), i turned around and and walked back to the main road.
i need to realize that the road i took in life this time around, lead to nowhere as well. it was a dead end, and i need to turn around and start again. enough whispering and treading lightly. i'll stomp my ground now, and scream at the top of my lungs. it's the only way forward for me.