Why is love/like so difficult to figure out?

How many stories/experiences do we have to acquire until we find our happy endings?

I've always had the fondest wish of just waking up one day, and being 60, and the bulk of my life has passed. I'm at the end. The last stretch.

People always tell me that that's stupid, that the journey is the fun part. The your experiences shape you, but sometimes, I can't help it. I just want to skip to the end.

Sometimes the journey just gets too hard.