The bridge might seem too great to cross, but every journey starts with a single step. Then one step turns into two, and two into a hundred, a hundred into a thousand, until the journey is done. That first one is always the hardest. And now you're on your way. You thought about where you ought to be and took the initiative to get there. It's not easy, it never is, but it is a goal, and a noble one, at that.
What do they see when their eyes stare at you? Do you think they see a failure? Or do you think they see someone who is determined to get to where they want to be, regardless of any difficulties in getting there? What you might feel is hidden by what they see in you; potential shines brighter than agony. It takes more than torture to break someone, and thus, it takes more than an obstacle to stop progress, especially your own.
The future might seem distant and improbable, but it creeps upon you, on second at a time, subtle and almost imperceptible, yet always looming. Sometimes it seems like a black cloud, with a lasso to tie you to eternal darkness; other times it is a beacon of light, guiding you to greatness. It can be anything for you, should you take the right paths. Nothing is ever permanent. Not even the journey.