When you seem to be in control of your life,
but none of the results seem to how you planned
just heard today that fun is on the road and not in the inn,
I am having a blast on the road,
but is my wish for the rest in the inn forbidden?
but dont we always realise that at every point on the road the next inn seems to get too uninteresting?
If the objective in life is not to reach the inn
but be on the road, isnt it like the means becoming the end in itself?
Do you cohort with the other travellers?
What if theres place for only one person in the inn?

If on the way to the inn you die?
Dint u reach another inn anyway?