When our body gives way, what was once a sanctuary for our soul now becomes our battlefield for existence. Why do we come and why do we go? This basic question eludes us until the very hour of our need.

And the meaning of life becomes more important. Through our given time, we become witnesses to history—both the tragic and the miraculous.
These events alter our perspective; some of them hurt us and some heal us. If we ever learn anything meaningful out of it, it is that nothing lasts forever, and nothing is certain.

Whatever befalls us, we have it within our power to choose how we accept it on our own terms.
Through our ordeals, we can choose to replace fear with courage, replace disappointment with hope, replace loneliness with friendship, replace sadness with happiness, replace emptiness with love.
Love is not only reserved for a lover, but also for every blade of grass in the forest and even for our enemies.

LNobody can truly be alone if he or she can open their heart to the world. Whether to be hurt or to be healed, through our chosen perspective, we march on to the next sunrise—one breath and one step.