Some thoughts linger and others pass like clouds. But underneath it all is a blue sky. No human has ever made it out alive and we all start out in the same form. Yet somewhere in between the lines get crossed. One believes the goal is to outlive the next. The other believes he who has the most toys wins. But that's not my game. When I think of life I see nature, trees, the ocean and a light breeze. This lets me know that I'm alive. Breaking my survival down to the bare minimum and not thriving to collect things but instead, memories. For when the lights go out and the material items are rendered useless, the only thing that will matter, will be our memories and those whom we made memories with. 

Much Love