I recall in the darkest days in life, never losing sight that tomorrow will be alright. Each fall is lifted to a new beginning. Great leaps foreward will be met with reversals; all friends will not stay friends, as time passes, as most loves will fade, with time, and some rekindled again, to burn to ashes. Love is frail, hard to grow, and there are so many obstacles to endure as time marches on. Every second, every hour of every day is lost to time, never to be replayed again.

When life has stopped, and all breath is gone, no more sounds to hear, or mountains to climb, no tears are left for you to shed, no sorrow to feel, all laughter is gone, the eyes are most surely dead, closed for all others to see, you are headed for eternity.