Stumbling steps are not progress. To progress toward is to go forward and I do circles, but stumble on nonetheless.
A limbo of barely above the floor, never enough to buy time for a song, or a book. Why. No matter. It only matters to begin, step forward, and so go toward. act as inspired, and take pause to choose directions that suit. It's no straight line, but it progresses nonetheless.
Talk of new beginnings, and no action circles around and stops true beginnings. To begin you must begin, correct with my next action, not thought, or dream ephemeral but do action. grit, wrong, waste no matter. It will be forward nonetheless, and not knowing the absolute purpose overall is not wrong, but interesting, and a worthy way to spend my life.