It took almost dying to realize that aging isn’t a curse. It’s a privilege.

We built these fences with our hands, in time we’ll tear them down again and start over

I can see their eyes.. but tell me something: can they see mine?

‘Cause what’s left to lose? I’ve done enough. And if I fail, well then I fail, but I gave it a shot. And these last three years, I know they’ve been hard, but now it’s time to get out of the desert and into the sun. Even if it’s alone.