Push

"But each land, each boundary I cross lets drip away another illusion. I sense, death will be the last. Yet still I push harder and harder to reach this... home."

I suppose that's a quote I will never get tired of.

I'm very tempted to delve deeper into the meaning but I feel that it'd best not to. Perhaps, its because the quote is simply all that needs to be said.

Just push.

First Fig by Edna St Vincent Millay

My candle burns at both ends;

It will not last the night;

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-

It gives a lovely light.

Beautiful.

Don't go forgetting now..