Different paths led us here. We each came here on our own journey. And soon we will follow different paths away from here. For our journeys are different. But what matters is that now, in the present, they overlap. We cover the same ground. We take in the same scenery, pass by the same waypoints, and even share the company of the same fellow travellers.
Sometimes I think the sadness that sometimes falls between us is not so much because the part of the journey we have together is so short, but because each of us can't understand the path the other must take in the end. I can only really know what it is like to travel the journey I was given, and you yours. In the end, my path is not to be your path, and your path is not to be my path. This keeps us apart even now. For how can I understand you, if your path and mine are not the same?
But come, let us walk together for as long as we can.
