The tunnel

I know life is hard, problems is part & parcel of it.
I know there will always be light at the end of the tunnel.
I know things will turn out fine in the end… though there might be consequences.

But that does not guarantee that along the road, along the tunnel there would not be holes, there would not be obstacles…
Going through, one by one, makes me so tired

How I wish, along the tunnel, someone would walk with me; need not race with me to the end of it. But keep me company on certain darkest journey of it?

Sigh…