My success was in my journey,not my arrival

when closing the path to follow,
I selected the road heading west

It began in the forest of childhood,
and ceased at the city of success

My bag was packed full of knowledge,
but also some fears and some weights

my most precious cargo was 
a vision of entering the city's bright gates

I reached an impassable river,
and feared that my dream had been lost

But i found a sharp rock.cut down tree,
and created bridge,which i crossed

It started to rain,and I was so cold,
I shivered and started to doubt

But I made an umbrella out of some leaves,
and kept all the cold water out

The journey took longer than I planned,
I had no food left in my dish

Rather than starve before reaching my dream,
i taught myself how to fish

I grew awfully tired as I walked on and on,
and I thought of the weights in my pack.

I tossed them aside,and I sped up again,
Fear was all that was holding me back.

I could see the city of success,
just beyond a small grove of trees

At last,I thought,I have reached my goal!,
the whole world will envy me!

I arrived at the city of success,
but the gate was locked.

the man at the door frowned n hissed.

"you have wasted your time,
i cant let you in.your name is not on my list"

I cried and screamed and I kicked and shook,
i felt that my life has just ceased.

For the first time ever,i turned my head,
and for once in my life faced to east.

I saw all the things i had done on my way,
all the obstacles I'd overcome.

I couldn't enter the city,
but that dint mean I hadn't won.

I had taught myself how to ford rivers,
and how to stay dry in the rain.

I had learned how to keep my heart open,
even if sometimes it lets in some pain.

I learned facing backwards,
that life meant more than just survival.

My success was in my journey,not my arrival.

P.S. Read somewhere long time ago