Going places

I feel like I am finally going places, making my life have meaning. Yet when I look down I've barely moved a step. Why is it taking so long...do I actually have enough in me to keep pushing on till I make it to the end? Its as if life has threw everything it could at me in the short time that I've been here, yet here I am getting up again and trying to move forward. When does it end? How do I know its finally over? Life seems to be one big game and each accomplishment is one tiny step closer to the future...my future. My only choice is to keep going on. I won't quit and nothing will stop me. I am here for a reason and I will someday find it. So here's to the future and what it has in store for me!