It was less than ten years ago, today.

There's a point somewhere between a gutting, isolated lonliness and the sordid warmth of a shot of tequila. It's just past self-reflection, but if you reach fulfillment you've gone too far.
With a guidepost built just to dictate where exactly on the unknowable chart of emotion you will end your journey, but with a path that you forge on your own.

You'll know you're there when you look back the way you came and wonder why you were fine with the way things went. Pack light.