If We Knew What Comes Next, We

It Is No Coincidence That The Words 'trying' And 'dying' Are Only A Few Letters Apart.

The Second Death. To Think That You Died And No One Would Remember You. I Wondered If This Was Why We Tried So Hard To Make Our Mark In America. To Be Known. Think Of How Important Celebrity Has Become. We Sing To Get Famous; Expose Our Worst Secrets To Get Famous; Lose Weight, Eat Bugs, Even Commit Murder To Get Famous. Our Young People Post Their Deepest Thoughts On Public Web Sites. They Run Cameras From Their Bedrooms. It’s As If We Are Screaming Notice Me! Remember Me! Yet The Notoriety Barely Lasts. Names Quickly Blur And In Time Are Forgotten.

When I Lacked Even The Self-respect To Keep Myself Alive, She Dabbed My Cuts And I Fell Back Into Being A Son; I Fell As Easily As You Fall Into Your Pillow At Night. And I Didn't Want It To End. That's The Best Way I Can Explain It. I Knew It Was Impossible. But I Didn't Want It To End.

It’s Funny. I Met A Man Once Who Did A Lot Of Mountain Climbing. I Asked Him Which Was Harder, Ascending Or Descending? He Said Without A Doubt Descending, Because Ascending You Were So Focused On Reaching The Top, You Avoided Mistakes. The Backside Of A Mountain Is A Fight Against Human Nature,” He Said. “you Have To Care As Much About Yourself On The Way Down As You Did On The Way Up.

Ends Are For Yesterday, Not Tomorrows.