If the pain is real, so is the joy,

When does the path we walk on lock around our feet? When does the road become a river with only one destination? Death waits for us all in Samara. But can Samara be avoided?

You can die for a cause, but you can live for a reason.

Everything around us, this day to day existence, stops us from being who we really are.

‘To thine own self be true’ Polonius, Act 1 Scene 3, Hamlet