The Unending Forest I (Scenario 1) - The Forest Never Ending

Everywhere looked the same, the same old trees, the same smell of the dew and the fresh crispy fragnace emanating from the leaves. Looking around, there were really nothing except trees, with four footpaths all leading to different directions, but the roads were visible for only the first few feet with the thick fog that plagues the forest forever.

Nightfalls were scary and at times horrifying. The sky was never clear with clouds the shield the heavens, just as the fog that blankets the earth. The earth was cold, sometimes wet with the dew. Sleep was thus never comfortable. Even though there were no animals in this area, the loneliness was much more frightening. Day or night, nothing could be heard, save an occasional brushing of the leaves on the tall trees upon the blow of the winds. The quietness, the cold earth, the loneliness, and looking back, it was indeed hard to believe that I've been here for the past two decades...sometimes, I wanted to cut it short.

Daytime. The usual scene, more walking to do, and I always take the straight path, unless a very good feeling or instinct leads to make a left or right turn. As far as I could remember, I've learned my lesson in a hard way, that I should never loss track of my bearings. A wrong move by walking back the roads I've taken meant little fruit, or any, that I could survive on, since I would have exhausted the supply at every junction.

Now I've learning my keep my bearings well and always walking forward. But...the forest never seem to end...

I'm not sure if life itself as a purpose at all. Perhaps, life really has no purpose, its beginning nor its end has anything to offer, rather, it could simply be the journey that makes life life. Is this really it?