Where a road closes
always begins some path.
Someone walked first
for our own destiny.
The roads have been formed
based on walking by them.
Each step is a flash
of our ancestors.
You are not alone in this life.
The path you are treading,
someone crossed her crying
with the sore soul.
Therefore, in the face of your bitterness,
think, looking at the path,
that before you, others suffered
similar misadventures.
And instead of lamentations,
give thanks to the Divine Being,
for finding a way
full of beautiful lessons.