Life is a race. Death is the finish line. But in our journey, the finish line is invisible. Nobody knows when they will reach it until it's already been crossed. There are several beaten paths to the end, each having different environments, different experiences, and different lengths. Everyone's path intersects others' paths.
None of us have control over the terrain. All of us have control over the vibrancy of life and color though. Will you walk over a field of grass, the sun dancing across your face, or will you choose the path of rock and despair?
All parts of our journey are important. However, the moment you reach the finish line, eve