When you reach the empty trail, remember: it’s not the end, merely a pause in existential navigation. Here, amidst the metaphorical tumbleweeds, you can finally unpack your suitcase of unanswered questions.
“The best part about endings,” said no one ever, “is they always have beginnings hiding behind their backs, like a spontaneous magician trying to escape through a trapdoor.”
Consider this: even the humble potato has a beginning (the seed) and an end (the dinner plate). But in between, it's just a spud, living its tuberous life, dreaming of being french-fried.
Why do trails end, you ask? Because every epic journey requires an absurdly anticlimactic conclusion. Meet your friends Excitement and Anticipation, who are consistently late to the party.
If life’s these trails and you a wandering traveler, then consider this an obligatory rest stop. Grab a cosmic snack and contemplate how your GPS always seems to reroute at the most inconvenient times.