Two more days
Long ago, in some far away land, there was an old monk going on a pilgrimage on a mountain far far away. Aged and weak, he was treading the long dusty road alone, seeking alms along the way. After many long months, one morning he gazed upwards and saw the majestic mountain in a distance. By the roadside, there was an old woman working the field.
"Please tell me," he asked, "how much longer I must proceed before reaching the mountain?"
The woman just looked at him, uttered a guttural sound and returned to her hoeing. He repeated the question a second and third time, but still there was no answer.
Thinking the woman must be deaf, he decided to push on. After he had taken a few dozen steps, he heard the woman call out to him, "Two more days, it will take you two more days."
Somewhat annoyed, the monk responded, "I thought you were deaf. Why didn't you answer my question earlier?"
The woman replied, "You asked the question while you were standing put, Master. I had to see how fast your pace was, how determined your walk!"
We often find ourselves in the same position as the old monk in the story, standing still and wondering why no one tells us how fast we'll get "there", where ever there would be. Sometimes walking through life, not willing to ask for any direction and, getting frustrated as to why no one comes to our assistance. It may be that we are being assessed, our strength and determination being tested or just that we forgot to ask. I believe that whatever we go through, someone somewhere must have been there before. The conditions may be different, the circumstances not the same but life is too big for it to be entirely different.
And like says Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, "Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it."
Therefore discouraged be not, but forge ahead!