It was all right
Look. Look out over there. Do you see that? Would you call it beautiful? We have come such a long way haven’t we? And for as far as we have come no one would know, for not even our footprints remain. By now they have all washed-out with rain and grown-in with grass. But do we need footprints to remember, to know? I remember the pieces: the steps that were toughest, the steps that were lightest, and some steps that fell in between. No, I do not remember them all, but enough to know: together they brought us here. Do you remember?
It’s all right
No, I can not see what lay ahead of us either, but was there ever a time that we could? And look how far we have come! Yes, on our way we may stumble upon what remains of the footprints of others, but does it matter? Can we ever know them like we remember ours? It's okay, there is so much more to go, we can rest a while longer. There is so much more left to go. It's all right. Shhhhhh, rest now. Let go of my hand now.
It will be all right