To Live… each breath measured. Each adventure weighed. To want nothing else at the end of the day because you know you got all you could from the last one. By turning your back on death your choices are not dictated by fear but by the wanderlust of the next push and pull. The feeling is timeless, the craving is insatiable. “The exquisite bastard” and “the dick” have a journey ahead. 30 years divides their wise and you’ll never guess their guise. To protect the hearts of those close and still preserve the picture of gratitude and ruthless honesty they vow secrecy. The price of breath is high these days, but we take it…whatever the cost.
“Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.” -BillShakespear
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