You will never find meaning in life until you find the beauty in death. Everything gets worse before it gets better. Is death a curse or a cover letter? We will never know until we set forth into the unknown. Regrets only a chance to do something better.
Tie the rope and don’t let go. We claim to have the hardest of lives; living, loving, and losing all that we hold. Yet we will never know the world from someone else’s eyes.
Is fate set in stone or a matter of chance? The rainbow collides with the sky but never touches down. Throw a rope around the sun and we will bring the daylight down.
We only learn to love when we are hurt the most. The lowest of days only means the brightest of times are on their way. Sailing up into the sky we will open are arms and learn to fly. There is beauty in death and pain. While love endures without restrain.