if it were not you

you think there's a single event can ward off your life?
remark a lifeline?
perhaps.
just a line post for a mile, my friend.
that year, that day,
marked a dot in your life.
it might not mean anything until time pass, many years even.
but you'll get there,
like a turtle unaware of it's destination, but
swam swam and swam,
till exhaustion.
you'll get there.
you might not even realised it was a destination. until time passed, years later.
you can finally retire to yourself: I'm here now, this is where I will rest my soul;
for a while;
until I depart for another again.
leaving those who accompany me all the while, or take the memory on my journey.
they are just part of it, if you choose to. if they choose to be too.