We are all leaving in a minute or so. All we have are the chances that we take. The passion with which we choose to live and the compassion that we choose to give. There isn't much else for us but to swing back and forth with the breeze. And sometimes, our timing is wrong. Sometimes, there isn't much to look out on.
Sometimes, the world exhausts me: the wind, the heat of it all. But I never lose the sun. It's always on my back or shining right into my face. And even while shining so brightly, I can still look "living" in the eye.
This life will not last forever. So we should swing, and swing until there's no net below. And then, when the timing is more clear, we should just let go.
