The Tunnel

I realize this now, finally, that the journey is not a destination, that the destination is not a journey, but that endings have a beginning in them, just as much as each beginning contains an end, and part though I do not know what lays at the tunnel, some part of me, some small part of me, perhaps it just doesn't care ...which surprises me, but at the same time, it doesn't; for I which to approach life as an ever present moment, attending to each mometn so that the best future is guaranteed, and so that the future becomes a past I do not regret. I seek to undress each moment fully like a lover, exploring the fully bounty of each moment, taking the fire of each moment, wielding it like Promethues in my hand, so that as each moment comes to me, I may nurse it as I should, so that happniess may come to me more readily, no longer seeming like some far away land...