It is not the final destination. It is the possibility inherent in the joy of the journey.
I was born in 1456, 569 years ago.
Some may think a life that long is too long.
Some few may think even that it is not long enough.
I think you live what you live and see it as what is right.
There are no accidents or random outcomes.
Being is what is meant to be.
God does not play dice with the universe.
Catch a Falling Star 