You were never one to listen to idols. Forget them. Forget all the guides and all the doubters and all those who would offer you solace in this. They are just obstacles, no worse, they are competition for your goal. Each one of them desires it as much as you do, regardless of what they say. Why would they help you? Why would you trust them?

Instead, you focus on the distance. What you want cannot be so easy to grasp. What you want cannot be geographically close to where you stand now. Too easy. To little effort. If not near, then far. So you travel a long, meandering road to the furthest point you can muster. Time is sympathetic to your plight. You arrive quickly, perhaps even before you left.

Before you is an empire of death.