"...bent to it again, gone!", last para of 'On the Road

I have the feeling that if I keep my head down, bent to the plow, and push as hard as I know how, I will get to where I want to go.
That's a good feeling.
For now, I am still 'cultivating my mind'; I crave action, but can't seem to do it enough to satisfy myself, these days...have to do more, work harder, pay more attention, become serious and make it real. I do a little each day, but the efforts seem pale and frail, shaky steps down the unknown path. Still, that's where the light is...
Cultivating the mind is such a necessary piece in this quest - vision is the pre-eminent faculty needed; without vision, one flounders, is led, remains ultimately confused.
And so, each night I dream myself into enhanced visions of reality, and each day I struggle toward them.