It is ironic that the wanderer is labeled as a wanderer, since his clothing and stance imply determination, confidence and purpose. Perhaps his thoughts define his "wanderer" qualities. What next? Now that he has climbed the summit, what else is there to accomplish, and how will he choose? Similarly, I have worked with purpose for 12 years to reach my educational climax. However, now, the numerous options before me mixed with my indecision have obscured my sense of "destination" much like the fog and mist in the painting. I have blazed my trail up to the top of the rocks, and now I must decide a path down into the mist. The future lies before me. I am in control, and that is what I find difficult — choosing.
The cliffs in the background are not clear, but they are an aspiration, an ideal. Like the wanderer, I must maintain confidence without losing rationality. The fog and the milestone I have reached in my life may temporarily change my perspective or jeopardize the quality of my judgement, but I will strive for the cliffs and not lose sight. The wanderer is proud, pleased, yet cautious.
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