We die each day upon waking. Breathing is the feeling of time passing. There is a truth in the logic of our demise. Despite the past, the present or the future there is only one reality. The end. To exist among the stars, the dreams, the shimmering light of a night sky is to be free like the birds in an endless sky. Yet we often seek comfort in the false adoration of society which is as changeable as the weather or one's social/relationship/financial status. To be free is to be who we were born to be. Fate. Destiny. The true determination of our individuality is in fact to be individual. Be the freak, not the meek. Never conforming to the normality so frequently encouraged by those who refuse to be themselves out of fear or lack of creativity. Explore new things. Try new things. Get up and get out. Breath. For any second could be the last breath. Every second matters.