A little sort of a story bottom line I heard some time ago (somehow) popped up in my head. The story teller ended “her story” with this (not exact word by word):

“so in (year x) I started a journey and ended here. I looked at myself in a mirror and I said ‘Why, this is not me. I am young and pretty. Who is this old woman? Look how much hardship she has endured. The sparkle has left her eyes. Now the smile wrinkles her face… It is really a short journey…”

I look at myself (in a mirror) and see her reflection (in thought) and agree with her that our journeys are indeed ‘short’.