Amidst moments of surrender, I glance backward, awestruck by the miles covered. What propels me forward? Is it inner strength, unwavering motivation from audience, divine guidance, or destiny's gentle nudge? Perhaps all, or at least three, converge to fuel my journey. Undeterred, I press on – crawling, trekking, or walking – forward ever.
Medium :ball pen on paper
Dimension :6 x 8cm
Year :2024