It was never about the connections that had been gained or lost. There was no turning into a pillar of salt in this instance, only a steady pace as I plodded forward, away from the ashes that remain of all I once knew. There was a great lack of the expected emotions, especially regret. In place was a calm that superseded the destruction of all but perhaps the foundation of my being. Even then, some doubt existed as to the integrity of that subterranean, invisible structure. After all, if it had remained sound, I would have expected to retain certain qualities that now no longer mattered. There was only moving forward, the next expanse to cross, not even a destination. The motion was what mattered, the purpose of direction and the endurance requires to keep from slowing down. No obstacles yet in sight, but they would inevitably crop up, teaching me to reroute or jump or climb, but don’t stop moving. Never stop moving. Never stop reaching for those goals.
Progress is what defines me.