Most people will say that the worst part of a journey is its end, the part where you know it’s over. I, however, disagree.
A journey is always bitter
sweet. We cringe, we cry, we laugh and smile through a journey. We drag
ourselves through stormy days, more often than we would’ve liked. With the
little time that we have, we miss knowing a lot of people better. Some of us
wish a million times that we had talked some more, and shared some more; while
some of us don't seem to realize that amidst the chaos.
It’s pretty normal for a
journey to not be all smiles. It’s pretty obvious that we cursed away and
wished a few times that it were over soon enough. But once we’ve lived through
the journey, once we reach the very end and know it’s really over, that’s when
we look back and somehow, strangely enough, only remember how wonderful it had
all been.
There is so much to
cherish and be thankful for that everything else that ever distressed us, begins
to appear irrelevant now. We begin to assemble the little things scattered
throughout the journey (the laughter, the conversations however small, the fun,
and the lessons) and when we are done, these things don’t seem little at all.
We probably always knew,
but towards the end, we finally begin to see people for all the wonderful
things that they are and for all the wonderful things they made us feel. We
forget how much we knew someone and feel glad that we knew them at all. And
that’s when we want to go and hug each one of these people that we stumbled
upon and met, and thank them for all the moments that we would have missed out
on if not for them.
Somehow, all the bitter is
forgotten and only the sweet remains.
And that’s why I don’t
think the end of a journey is its worst part. I really don’t.
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