It is good to have an end to journey towards, but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
Ursula Le Quin
So what if the trip is filled with troubles? So what if my journey takes me up to my chin in swamps, picking my way through nests of vipers, up against high cliffs that must be scaled, over blazing hot, shifting, desert dunes, through disappointments, depressions, sorrows and a sense of failure? There's no turning back. I might as well go on.
What, after all, are joy and happiness? Joy comes and goes like the weather. It is a fleeting thing. Happiness is something to be made, with trial and error, adjustments to life's changes, cold, hard, sensible thinking and taking advantage of opportunities and the rare and illusive moments of good luck.
Today I took a leisurely stroll through the freezing rain. A wise one once said that old age is a privilege denied to many.
Throw snow balls at me.
What? There's no snow where you are? Okay then, throw love.