In between birth and death, we travel with others, staying longer with
some and sharing the briefest of encounters with others.
The luckiest among us finds a kindred spirit, one who is able to uplift
us and make us become much greater together, but these are very few.
Some are lucky to journey through life with that which they have created.
It is a paradoxical situation where you find that your life is no longer
your own, yet it brings fulfillment which your life, existing by itself,
cannot provide. The paradox is that you live, by losing that life.
But whether you travel alone, or with ours, we are ultimately, the
captains of our own ship.
When the sun sets for the last time on our life, we should be the ones
holding the wheel, guiding our life, our ship, to drop anchor at this
place where the journey of this body ends, and where the liberation of
our soul begins. That place called eternity,