Your life is spread out
Before you like a peregrination
Over ridges, valleys and plains.

And sometimes you catch
A glimpse of the distance,
Sometimes you cannot see
Your hand in front of your eyes.

But you never realise,
In the distance,
What it will look like
When you are really there.
And you do not fully remember,
What the past leg was really like.

For your life is lived by you,
Passes by and arises anew
In the encounter with the now,
That guides you.

~Source Gordon Axmann – Translation: Peter Schmidt (original)