Time spent idly speculating is time wasted. Ambition is a journey well-equipped, if not yet well-prepared and is a world apart from the dreams of those who do not even realise that they just have to put one step in front of the other; the rest comes naturally. That is all I have ever done. A thought that my legend is incomplete burns simply, yet with enough fuel to keep the cruellest winter at bay for a long time. Trials faced are to be met like any other – foresight is infinite and hindsight can be sought from the mouths of story-tellers.
Pacing a spartan room, Genni’s agitation is more evident than my introspective considerations and in fairness I think I have more to worry about than her right now, but she marches back and forth anyway whilst I find some calm in the rhythmic tap of her boots.