When the lady draped in black comes to cut our thread, all we will have to show for our lives are the footprints we’ve left behind.
There is no final destination for us to arrive at, no ultimate goal to strive for. We are on an endless journey, with no place to land. All that matters is the journey itself, the sweat of daily labor, and the hope and dreams that keep us moving forward, one step at a time.
In the end, we may never truly “arrive” anywhere, but that doesn’t mean our lives have been for naught. The journey itself is what gives our lives meaning.