sometimes the beauty is in the attempt

you set out on a mission. you have a plan, you know the steps, and can see the destination. and your spirit is restless to release all the drive you have to get there. theres a clear path from point A to point B, nothing could stop you. nothing you can foresee. but sometimes we forget to factor in life and that we arent the center of it. and its easy to forget as we watch the pieces come together. its difficult to remember reality as things start to shift because we stepped too quickly, not soon enough, or not at all. nothing was in the way. nothing we could foresee. you never considered it not working as a possibility. it was perfect and so it had to, but it really didnt. and in hindsight you realize it wasnt about completing the mission, it was about deciding to begin at all. it was about fighting for your dream and believing your vision was the only one you needed. it was about not compromising your integrity for the popular vote and believing in what you were saying. it was about not letting outside voices be the voices in your head, trusting your gut, following your instincts, doing the right thing, taking your time. it was a test, one of lifes most important, to ensure that under all the pressure you wouldnt lose yourself. sometimes the journey is about the destination. somestimes the journey is about the attempt.