Sadness, yes. Also quiet. The roots of desire are buried deep.
We walk, we trust. We unburden ourselves by calling out to GOD and hoping that He hears.
We have walked, we have traveled. We have spent ourselves in the search.
But have we found the thing we were seeking? Have we brought ourselves to a place of peace?
We walk on. We breathe. The tiredness is enough to keep us stuck in our ways, but we sally forth anyway, laboring under the strain of our conviction that one must move always forward, never back. So we continue on, counting our fatigue as a sign of our victory in the battle against our lesser ways.