In the grand tapestry of life, where every thread seems woven with the promise of meaning, we find ourselves standing at the precipice of understanding. Or are we? Perhaps it's just a reflection in a puddle of our own making.
They say the journey is more important than the destination. But what if the journey is just a series of unfortunate detours? Consider the humble footprint: a mark upon the earth that vanishes with time, like yesterday’s coffee stain on today’s regrets.
So here we are, footprints leading somewhere—or perhaps nowhere. An ironic testament to our wanderlust.
The Quest for Meaning