The road that didn't ask.

"It's not the smooth road that takes you far, but the steady step."

There was a road among the hills.

There was no sign on it.

There were no signs on it.

It just went forward.

Many people searched for their destination on it.

Where does it lead?

How long does it take?

What's at the end?

The road didn't answer.

A man walked along it every day.

He didn't run.

He didn't count his steps.

He didn't measure time.

He was once asked:

- Aren't you afraid that you're going in the wrong direction?

- No, he said. - Because I'm not looking for the direction, but for the step.

- And if the road ever runs out?

- Then I stop.

And I listen.

Sometimes the road became narrow.

Sometimes fog descended on it.

Sometimes pebbles rolled under his feet.

But he didn't argue with him.

Whoever hurried, overtook him.

Those who were tired were left behind.

Those who asked questions wanted answers.

He just kept walking.

One evening the sun slowly set behind the hill.

In the twilight the path was barely visible.

Someone said to him:

- What are you doing now? You can't see anything.

The man smiled.

- The path didn't disappear.

Only the light changed.

He sat down on a stone.

He waited.

Not impatiently.

Just present.

And when the first streak of dawn appeared in the sky, the path became visible again.

It didn't change.

It didn't become wider.

It didn't become shorter.

Just clearer.

And then he understood what he had known before:

The path is not there to solve questions.

But how to walk it.

The goal is not at the end.

But in every step.

And those who don't hurry, don't fall behind.

Because the journey is not a race.

But presence.

Dawn does not come because the journey is flawless.

But because time always moves forward.

And so what.