the measure of a moment

"will the quiet desperation of a life gone wanting drive us mad?"

how do you measure a life? is it the amount of love present? the sacrifices made? all the accomplishments? is it a combination of these things or is it none of them? when were gone what will the world remember? will it be what we did or who we were? what do you want them to remember? would you choose to life your life in such a way that when you die death could find no joy in it? there is a fullness of life to which few people live up to, theyre either too afraid or cant see what theyre missing. dont be one of them. look around you, at the faces that surround you, until you find those eyes that see so deeply into your soul that you feel naked. but let them take a long hard look and then let them show you what they see in you, the greatness that youre destined for. grab hold of that dream that those who love you are holding for you and fly. you will grow restless sitting idle waiting for your dream to come to you. how do you want to be remembered? how do you want your life to be measured? forever is a long time to not be able to go back and do it again.