The night I saw the light,

It was a deep, deep realization that everyone has choices, everything is for the seizing, everybody is tracing their owns lines through each day, all is well.

We’ve witnessed these things, and pondered, walked the light of day and swam through thick darkness of dreams, scenes of life. The condensation formed on the windows. We spoke to speak of good things, we found treasury in facts, the buildup of encouragment.

And it doesn’t matter where, it doesn’t matter how—it only matters that we’re breathing, and that we make our breathing matter.