When I walked again for the first time after a long time, there was a strength in my heart that struggled to reach my legs. I saw, that my destiny awaited restlessly at the other end of the road. I saw, that I couldn’t touch it unless I moved forward. Inching on was not my style. I flew. I might have fallen, but I flew as fast as I could. I didn’t need my recovering legs, or my flailing, aching muscles. All I had to see, was you. You, my destiny.