Time slips through the channel of our lives as the sands flow through the hour glass. We stop and look back on the way we came, and see only the short distance of accomplishments, and feel that our time on this world is short, and have in a sense no meaning. We look ahead and see where we wish we could be. A hope? A Dream? We know not. What we know is that this is where we strive, and it is this and this alone that keeps us going when we have no one to support us.
Some of us are fortunate where we can feel the eyes of others whom wish us nothing but the best, who are eagerly waiting to see where we go from our current path. Do we envy them f