The desert is harsh and difficult. Sand gives way beneath my heavy frame and my feet sink in, making each step sap more of my strength. I can only travel during the early morning and evening, for the harsh sun makes for poor decision making during the day, and at night the bitter cold makes navigation unreliable at best. Occasionally thoughts arise in my head like: Do you even know where you're going? What is your plan for what to do when you get there? Will you live out the rest of your days alone and forgotten solely because you couldn't stand the status quo? No, I don't know, and... maybe? Whatever lies ahead of me, I certainly hope it is better than what I left behind.