Aim high and if you miss your still high. The words ring in my ears as if said yesterday. Its funny what is remembered and what is left behind. I stand at the edge looking and remembering. I stare into the sun knowing the damage that I risk. I stare and stare till the spots of my foolishness last long after I stopped. The warmth in my eyes tell me all that living a long life is far worse than living a good life. Faith! Yes Faith that can lead thought the darkest of times. Faith that at the end there will be peace of mind and maybe just maybe the light will be seen and not just viewed.