life is kind of like a long string of chatieres. you’re always moving from one voidspace to another. sometimes the spaces have significance. sometimes they don’t. each hole is probably going to scrape you up a bit and you’re bound to get a least a little bit of sewage somewhere it doesn’t belong. sometimes you have a destination, other times you don’t. but in the end when you get there, even if its a big empty room with some smashed bricks, it doesn’t really matter. it’s worth it, mostly because of the scrapes incurred along the way.
Is this based off that facebook post where you guys had to dig through a whole lot of shit and in the end all you found was a bare dull room and you were really disappointed but then one of your friends was all like "It's about the journey, not the destination maaaaaaan" and you were like "yeah i guess..." but upon further reflection you decided they were right? And then you got ice cream?
no its not based on that.
but that happened.
except we didn't get ice cream
one place to another boyagers dont forget that