Stating life is a journey, this is truthful and the end is not known. For this reason, we pick up our bags daily, moment by moment, and choose to travel no matter where the path stops.
The only real danger is when we choose not to pick up the bags or perhaps drop them and refuse the roads that lay in front of our voyages/journeys/pilgrimages.
We are our master’s, who need guidance from the forces found in prayers or meditations everyday.
But ~ What about those who lost the lives of family and self in The Holocaust and other horrific tragedies?
Did they feel so positive? Did they say, I am just a pilgrim?