My Walk Out of Hell Part 2

Just walk. Walk. Hesitation is not an option. One foot after the other, yard by yard, foot by foot, inch by inch. Move forward. Always move forward. Head up, eyes open. What though does it mean to have open eyes? Those windows to the soul, receptors of all things visual. So then, how is it possible that I've been so blind while walking through life eyes wide open? My soul, gazing through open windows, reflecting upon my true inner self sees something slightly mystiftying. Why do I see myself as such an evil person? Why do I so easily and willingly condemn myself? This eighth circle I trudge through contains those willingly treacherous... I am not so. Occasionally a bit of a jerk, sure, but why do I force myself to dwell here? Why do I so intently punish myself as someone who doesn't care about others? I must come to terms with the fact that I am a compassionate and caring human being. That occasionally means putting myself on the line, and occasionally taking risks for others. Moving forward. Always forward. Keep marching. That isn't a treacherous thing to do at all. Move forward, realize, understand, and move forward. I continue onward. More from my journey later.