May the fires of God light your path as you descend into the valley shadowed between the peaks of your achievements. For it is easy to forget that you are still among the lofty mountains when your feet step down from such heights. Rest until your eyes adjust and find in this shade contentment. For here you are shielded from the blinding sun and its blistering heat. You are sheltered from the frigid teeth of blustering winds that buffeted the ridgelines. You climbed the summit, believing it was your purpose, yet saw a thousand more stretched out along the horizon. You will never reach the end, but for you, this is your hope. You bear the name of a traveler. You are of the ones who sit undecided, waiting at each crossroad. As you descend into this vale, may your eyes come down from the stars and settle on those who walk this trail beside you. It is with them, as you take each step together, share each word, hold each hand, and lift each burden, that you have meaning. It does not matter if the path drifts up or tumbles down or fades away completely, but all that matters, in the end, is that you were here at all.
