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
It is always the geginning, We may influence the beginning, the end of things will sort themselfs out. So for the beginning lets just rush in like fools and see what a challange the end of things will be.
twomendying 
It is always the geginning, We may influence the beginning, the end of things will sort themselfs out. So for the beginning lets just rush in like fools and see what a challange the end of things will be.
“Fools rush in, where wise men never go
But wise men never fall in love
So how are they to know”
#thirstForAdventure
The passage of time is like any other worthy achevment. It should have been filled with challage and met with determination