Washed up on the Shore

We are all strangers with short attention spans and even shorter memories. Celebrating the accomplishments of others while fearing too much to accomplish anything of our own. Eager to sidestep the pressures of making a history worth being recorded. The blank slates and endless potential of our youth slowly crack and evaporate until we are left with a mist of regrets and unfulfilled dreams. No man can know what it feels like to be another man. We can only sympathize with a sense of wonder that others seem to experience and feel as we do.
Take a step forward into the unknown. Live for yourself, it might be your last chance.