It was never about the destination was it? It was about learning the art of living. The art of the journey. The art of being.
For what would the destination of brought you?
You are still stuck with you. You will still be in there when that day comes to pass. And before it does, why must you spend your days longing? There is still life to live in the meantime!
There is nothing in the destination. You await what? Is life as it is not enough?
It is so pure! How could you reduce it to anything less than beautiful.
But you do. You take each day and make it a fight! What are you fighting?
Fighting your way to a passing destination is no way to live. Do you not think so? Your being will be so accustomed to fighting the world that it will only seek the next thing to fight.
Could it not be otherwise?
As you fight, life will only ever give you more things to fight.
Cease resistance.
And maybe just maybe, life will give you more gifts than your hands could ever hold.