I may have fallen so very far, but at least I knew what it was like to touch the sky.
I soared amongst lush clouds, while you simply watched for fear of falling; thus being forced to face one's own Mortality.
But maybe the fall was the greatest thing of all.
Maybe just maybe Mortality is what makes anything worth doing.
Maybe a life devoid of tragedy isn't even a life.
Maybe it's death that defines a life not vise versa.
A life colored by tragedy may be painful.
But what's life without a Great Fall?
Is it even a life at all?
