And so I promised myself I would walk to the end of my rage, to the end of the anger, of the wrath that has been nesting in my heart for all these years. Others may well walk their way to pilgrimage destinations, it’s trendy to say you’ve been to Compostella or trekked up the Kilimandjaro or the Machu Picchu. Mine is Cape Wrath, both for the ruthless trail and for the name. The rage is consuming me, even though it is what kept me going until now. On rare occasions, it  has erupted into violence, as a cornered wild beast cornered. But it is time to walk it to its end. I need to go beyond, to dig up new strengths, new streams in order to keep fighting. Rage isn’t enough…

Sadness and pain are at its roots and they grind the heart, they burden my pace. If I am to live some more, I need to walk to the end of wrath. What I will find at the end, I do not yet know.