Life, sometimes when you’re in it you fail to see its goodness. Push comes to shove, and all is upheaval. You find you’re walking on a wire. When you finally pick up your head and start feeling in good stead, you find you just might have something to inspire. Here comes time to reflect if you dare. The truth shines through, sometimes more sweet than bitter, often more bitter than sweet. Every new moment sure to compete- so that in old age you find yourself replete.
Let the stories be rich and varied. Some you can only tell in your own head. Scandalous and brave memories. The kind that keep you in good stead with the devils and angels alike. Acts of valor, some that exercise your moral powers. Or demonstrate the fortitude your mother so kindly gave you. All these things will hopefully incite some form of pride and a willingness to make your debut.
So make some memories- be so careful not to forget. Write them down if you must. Tuck them away safe for a day when you feel life fading. Remind yourself of the beautiful existance you have crafted, a ballast full of memories to fuel your old age.