Isn’t everything we see a path? A pathway with doors, which lead to different directions, each of which holds the unknown. How can we ever know unless we keep going, keep walking, along our path? How can we find our way, if we don’t look for it? Yet we sit around and wait for what’s going to happen. They say good things come to those who wait. I say that’s bullshit. Good things come to those who go out of their way to find them, to those who do anything and everything in their power to find what their looking for, to those who know exactly what they are looking for? But what happens to those of us who have no idea what we want, to those of us who hold back on what we want because others tell us our dreams and destinations are pointless and stupid? Much like while walking down the hallway of our high school, what happens when the final bell rings? Some people run to catch the bus, other miss a few, some stay around and wait, others have no choice but to stay. What happens when the final bell rings, not in school, but in life? When we know this is our last chance to have what we have wanted for longer than anyone can imagine, and if we really want it we have to try hard as hell to reach it? I believe life is a race, with both many winners and many losers. The losers are the ones that don’t give their dreams a shot, the ones that sit around and wait for good things to come to them, the ones that regret. And the winners? Well, the winners are the ones who try. Not necessarily do they succeed, but they live their lives with pride, knowing that the tried as hard as they could, while the real losers sit around and think of what could have happened, and what could have been if they had just given it a shot when they had their chance. This I believe, is the real loss.