I've been walking for a little while now. I hear, "You've got your destination, progress has now been made, and you will see the way you've wanted it to be..." The path has forked many times over, and I think that from above it must look less like a road and more like a web.

I meet some people on this road, which is something I somehow didn't fully expect. Some are more pleasant than others, and the pleasant ones tend to outnumber the less pleasant ones. Almost none seem to be going toward the hill, but we all urge each other to our respective destinations. When the path carries me to places where no others seem to be, the hand from before gives me a tiny push, and I continue on the winding road.

I still haven't decided which part of the hill I'm going for, and I know I must decide before long. I decide that the next time the path winds closely to the hill before turning away again, I will ask someone who is already on the hill for advice. "Just let it tell you what you want to know..." The first person I see is standing quite near to the road. He smiles and waves as I approach. After a brief conversation in which he gives me some very sound advice, he wishes me luck and I go on. "With ambition pushing forward, your dreams upon your shoulder..."