We've seen the beginning and end of the universe.
We've seen what it means to have a scientific temperament.
We've tried to figure out the meaning of life.
We've done a lot, but it's less than what we haven't done. I can't even start to list it now.
Blogging was a journey. Apart from obvious linguistic benefits, it was a journey for me inside my own mind. Introspection, if you will.
But per the title, this is my final word. A journey can't continue when the purpose of the journey is lost.
"And anyone could see that I'm lost, through the seas I've been tossed...."
I have questioned a lot that I thought I knew about myself, enough to make me dizzy. Motivation has been crumbling, and what once gave me happiness now feels like a chore. I'll start up again, but who knows when that'll happen? When it stops feeling like a chore? It could be months before that happens.
A final word, then.
"There's more to see, than can ever be seen, more to do than can ever be done. There's far too much to take in here, more to find than can ever be found."
Happy exploring.
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