Stepping into unknown lands alone and with a heavy burden on your shoulders, the world seems like a heartless place. You lack the lore of the land, you lack the know how, you lack the favour, you are nothing, you have nothing, you are of no value, no one turns to see. But with the burden on your shoulders you have to press on.
The land is filled with Giants and their steps causes earthquakes. The devastation they leave behind is too much for you to take. You build a little and with sparkles in your eyes, you yearn for some nice words, but a giant comes along and in its stride the little you build goes back as ashes into the ground. To cry or to carry on, with persistence you press on. On and on you press the results are still the same. With out the lore of the land, with out anything of value, you are worthless.
To press on? What then is the point?
