They say there’s light at the end of the tunnel but how long is this tunnel?? How bright is the light? Why wasn’t I told that it gets bleaker the closer we move? The night has to end and so does morning; I think it’s useless to compare and contemplate because what happens happens. They don’t matter, neither journey nor destination can give you happiness, you take what you can and want. It’s like saying death is bad, it’s gonna happen anyway so why hate it? Life is a lot like death. It’ll come. The best part? You don’t even have to wait.