Walking in my Shoes

I read the other day you don’t know a person’s life until you have walked a mile in their shoes.  Then at the very least you are a mile away and you have got their shoes.
Somehow, I do not think that is taken the way it was meant.
I was thinking this morning how each of us in a sense walks a lonely road.  That is, it is our road.  Although there may be many who come along side and assist and there are those that can empathise with me, I walk the road myself.  It is me lifting my legs.  Sometimes it is easy peasy, and sometimes it is as hard as.  Either way it is up to me to walk my own road.
Often the easy thing to do would be to blame others for troubles I experience.  There can be some merit in that, but in reality the final decision is mine.  I can use others as an excuse, and it is very possible that others will agree with me.  But when I am alone and consider the situation, I am solely responsible for my reactions.
Others can make life difficult for me and I can make life difficult for me.  Often times I make life difficult for me unnecessarily.   Sometimes I have a winge and a woe is me session.  That seems to be a universal human response.   To me it is the next step that matters.  Will I stay down or rise above?  The choice is mine.  Others may or may not have contributed to where I am, but where I end up is up to me.
I am walking in my shoes.  Does my road end short of my goal or do I keep going despite the circumstances?  How does it all end?  I am the writer.  These shoes are good for a few miles yet.