We are not created nor destroyed, we are passed on. Passed on through everything that has ever meant anything to us, to the trees to help others breathe. Breathe the life that we are no longer in. Breathe in through nose out through mouth. Breathe into this world to know that you are alive to infect your lungs with the greatness that I had one day hoped to achieve and now that greatness has bestowed into you. I hope that I can give you the ability to live with such power and ferocity that I did because if you do not — what is your life anyways? To just go through the days and motions? No. But to embrace everything. To want more out of life than to just, be.