One of the complications of growing older is to calculate endurance. One goes on as usual but discovers that tiredness sets in sooner. The length of the journey increases. The detours become more prelevant. Ones actions suffer. Our speed has slowed and we not only wonder why but can't forgive ourselves for the lack of enthusiasm we once exhibited.
Time is of the essence at this point and a small point of realism. We have to slow down and we will be slowed down by physical or mental frameworks that were unexpected if we do not listen to what is happening. It is the disaster waiting to happen. It is a fragile time in our lives. A fragility that means suffering can not be solved. People's sins can not be taken on. One is not the center of the universe, just a molecule flowing and waiting to be submerged.
No the journey is not easy, nor the way. Where does one go from here? Day 2.