Sometimes life feels like so. A path. An unstoppable flow. We walk the path, step by step, tile by tile. The path focuses and blurs as we go along, as the present becomes the past and the future, in an instant, passes through. Items move aside with you, or cross you in the path turning into a shadow of memories, but never leave, never fade. Stones in the path will make you fall, only to rise and gaze up, fly. Don’t forget, step by step, tile by tile. But, even so…there always will be light.