What the younger version of myself didn't understand while he was struggling through school, learning everything he thought he'd need to retire comfortably...The Road doesn't end. It narrows to a single lane, goes to gravel, then dirt. The dirt road snakes through the darkness, leading to the oblivion somewhere over the hill where falling trees make no sound. Only there does The Road finally disappear in silence. Paul Simon says it best in "The Boxer".
In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains