I read somewhere that the ancient American Indians mastered the art of living for the moment and enjoying it.
In waiting, they savour the anticipation, and the emotion of waiting. While there is the anxiousness of a resolution and the eagerness of the end, they are aware of their feelings, and their surroundings, and they take pleasure in the emotion.
The end of the road is something to be treasured and it is true. But so is every step of the journey.
PS. Do not forget the REAL end of the road is death. That is the certainty. Now LIVE dammit!
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