The scars we bare are omens to the battles we’ve crossed on our journey to the place beyond. What lies ahead? Pain. We march forward knowing that terror beckons us on this trail, what would be your doctrine in the end? For me – I’ve tasted the dew that wraps the honeysuckle, and I’ve kayaked on the endless seas of memories entrenched in the eyes of my lovers as I seek refuge in the sand. We march on until our beaten calves bear the seal of humanity that courses through our veins. Love as if there is no tomorrow, dine in the cascading hills of misfortune, endure it all, and during it all, be courageous, life is a choice, and today I choose to live.