The end. The destination.

The end. The destination. There is a whole world of difference in terms of how you feel when you are on the journey, wishing you would land wherever you are supposed to land soon, and when you are there at your anticipated destination. True enough, there is nothing exciting nor great about reaching the end or the destination. The end actually means the edge of a cliff. Take one further step and you will fall down and hurt yourself real bad, and believe it or not, it is at this point that you cast a quick nostalgic glance through those aboard moments during your journey longing for those passed seconds. Then you start asking yourself silly questions. What the heck am i doing here? How can i possibly get to the other side without cracking my skull open? For the first time in your life, you feel so scared and so lost, and all you need now is someone with such great wisdom to guide you. Unfortunately reality can be very harsh. There is no fairy Godmother who just comes out of the blue, and suddenly turns things upside down. You need to figure out your own ways. Sometimes it is indeed exhausting and demotivating. But you either get on, in whatever means feasible, or you get out and give up!