On a long drive to an unfamiliar destination, I often hope that after the next bend or the next hill, a relevant landmark will be there to let me know that I’ve almost made it.

Yet, so often, my hope is in vain.

“Maybe this will be the one.”


Surely after this hill.”


“This time”

“Alas, nope again.”

But as I keep driving, eventually, I see my destination, my finish line, my goal.

In life, we often hope that after this week, or this interview, or this attempt, we will reach our target, but it doesn’t always work like that.

Sometimes, we realise that we haven’t made it yet and so we have a choice.

Do we give up in frustration, or do we keep going, in the knowledge that eventually, our destination will be in sight?