this is our last cry before our eternal silence

My past does not define me. My past has no control over my present. My past does not tell you the kind of person I am. My past is not always who I am. Ah, life. What an interesting concept, sewn haphazardly together by many parts. Love and happiness, death and sorrow. All of it just key pieces in the quilt of immortality. Because, we die, but our stories will live on forever.