I see the road ahead of me. A long dark ribbon of unknown that beckons me to keep moving forward, just over the next hill, around the next turn - that's where I'll find the prize - that great mysterious place in which I will find enduring peace and contentment. Along the road are stretches of barren wilderness followed by tunnels of foliage formed by the overhanging branches of great trees representing those who have gone before me - those who have planted their hopes at different spots along my journey. They beckon me to join them, but my destination lies further down the road. How will I know when I find it. How did those who stopped along the road know. Did they know or did they simply tire of the journey. I can not stop short of the prize - to stop short is to fail. I will not fail. I meet other travelers like myself, and though we share the path for a while, they must follow their own heart, seek their own destination, their own prize. My destination lies ahead, just over the next hill, around the next turn. I know it's there...