

This seems right to me. It’s the lone gunman riding into the sunset at the end of a Western. The big action has concluded and the end is in sight.
It’s the Hollywood version of “it ain’t over until the fat lady sings.” Which is a questionable phrase by today’s standards but shows how we come up with weird proverbs surrounding stuff ending.





Don’t beat yourself up for not having a plan. You’re not an aberration in society. The people who plan everything are just the loudest so we think that’s the norm. Sooner or later, out of necessity or love, you’ll hit upon an idea that you’ll pursue.