Arrived in a TP last evening and stepped into a very bleak future. It felt like we wouldn't be having any kind of work of sorts for at least the next 10 days. I am down to the last 400 in my account, which is 10% of what I begun this journey with (excluding the car). It didn't feel like the end of the world just yet. I still held on to that tiny flame of hope that was flickering from within. I thought of what anyone back home will tell me at this point. The mother would have laughed and said told you so. The dad would have told me I have survived well on the road this far and it's time to head back. The brother would have said find a real job back home.

But, having said all of that, I am still not at breaking point.

Today, the future seems a bit brighter. We might have a job in a couple of days. Maybe, luck and our bank balance would change after Easter. Let's hope.

And this point, if someone came to me to ask for a couple of dollars, I would gladly give.

Money does not make you rich. Character does. And, all this lessons on the road is serving me well for the kind of future I want for myself.

If things fit, I'll be happy. If not, I will just continue walking on.