Imagine two realities

Seize today, for none of our tomorrows are guaranteed.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,And then is…

If the pain is real, so is the joy,

Grief is strange, it comes at you from all angles.