Life is an interesting endeavour. The experiences we have. The stretches on this path that bring such wondrous pain. We feel so alive, even while knowing the pain that may come at the end of that piece of road. Sometimes we sprint, sometimes we stroll, and at times we stop to take it all in. 
There are moments when it feels like a burden. A weight that we carry with no knowledge of when the pack will get lighter. At those moments I remember that the Infinite One does not give you a weight that you can’t carry. The Spirits walk with you and carry you when your legs give out.
I don’t know where life will take me. I don’t know what’s in store for me. What I do know is that it’s going to be one hell of a ride. Filled with love and laughter, pain and tears, my soul burning with the depth of it all. I wouldn’t give it up for anything. From birth to death, I turn my face up to the Sun. Let the heat of the Lifegiver scorch the doubt from my mind. I have walked far and I have much road ahead of me.
What I remember and relish are the sounds of my experience. The music that I carry in my pack in life. Those timeless and immortalized expressions of another soul’s experience in life that speak to me. That resonate in my own soul. The art and the dance. The scents and colours that bring me back to moments so intense that I feel I might rend my soul asunder from it.

We walk Around the World and Play the Game of Life. There is no winning and losing. Only these moments in time that mark us. Immortal in our being.