When you think of this life from somewhere beyond, in the years that come by, the days you won’t remember, how will you feel about it?

Will you remember it all as a distant dream from far away whose images and memories seem foreign to you? A thrashing in the wind, a flailing of circumstance?

Or will you see it as the exercise of something greater than that, where you took control over your fate, your voice, existence?

The path of memories lies ahead for all of us, and countless others brighter than me have theorized about it – that it is preordained, free, existential, nonexistent.

But what remains true is that we go through life on our own, no matter how many dozens come along with us.

In this life, we must carry our own crosses – that has been true and so it will stay, in this wild and strange journey of life.