Despite the sad poetries, life is still a beautiful struggle. Continue living. Nevermind the ramps. We are all perfectly imperfect. We are all wounded healers of each other. We dont need wings to soar. And in times of misery, we sail on, nevermind if all we have is a paperboat. Our dreams are like heaven, our memories are torches in the darkened road. And as we journey on, burdened by defeat and fueled by triumph, we take each others hands, as we write our stories in the sand.