Life is a road. A long, tiresome road that leads to nowhere. The ground for some is cracked and rugged. For others, it is gold and smooth. For some, the land around them is a desert, dry and void of life, but for others it is a forest, lush and full of life. It does not matter how fast or slow you walk on the road, nor does it matter what you take with you on the road. So, if we all die on the road, what is the point of traveling?