The end is the beginning is the end…

Η ανάγκη να γραψω στην γλωσσα μου… τοσο εντονη κ παραλληλα τοσο απογοητευτικη αφου νιωθω ανασφαλεια (λογο ορθογραφικων λαθων κ μονο…) Ντροπη...

So it draws on to an end… to a new beginning, to an other end...

A full circle, it completed some time ago, only for a new one to begin, while still thinking of the one that had finished some time ago, only to realize how many have come and gone towards the end of the third consecutive one…

It only makes you wander… is it a loss that not all details were recorded or is it a sign that it simply was not interesting enough? Is it a mind game or cruel reality? Does it matter?

When do you know which piece of the puzzle you need to fit in to solve it? And if you do find out, do you still want to play the game or do you simply get bored and start searching a new game? How much comfort does statements of the likes of “it’s not the destination that matters but the journey?” offer to the mind? And how much do we think of the fact that no matter how good the journey is, you always end up somewhere… And unless that somewhere is worthwhile, then the journey is all you are left with… And all is fine and well if you have the luxury to embark to a new journey soon after… But what if that is not the case? What if the journey is that long that once it is finished, you can do nothing but stay in the destination and contemplate?

Doesn’t that make the destination equally important with the journey then?

Makes me wander if any of those who embrace and support this statement (and most relevant ones…) have actually embarked on any journey whatsoever, or have ever taken the time to think of a destination that they would like to reach…

Σκεψου… Δεν ειναι ντροπη! Απλα δεν ειναι τις μοδας…