On long drives with my parents, I would be in the backseat impatiently waiting to get to our destination (usually Florida.) Like so many other youngsters, I would commonly ask "Are we there yet?" Or some equally irritating variation of that question like "When will we get there?"
Fast forward to my enlightenment game. I wanted to be "done", to reach the final place as soon as possible. I wanted to arrive at the destination as quickly as possible.
Then what? Even if there was some final realization, some final resting place I would still be aware of getting there, and it would just become another memory.
Maybe what I really wanted was simply to enjoy Being, and never getting there at all.
Being here is enough, there's no need to get anywhere.
There is no-'where' to get to anyway. Where would it be if I got there?
It would be Here all over again.