Time cannot stop us now; our only inhibitor is ourselves. The ability to haphazardly neglect the facts which compose our life is not indeed a merry one. It will be this that contributes to our downfall. The limit one’s mind constricts upon them is a limit set on their soul, and the limit set on one’s soul is a limit on being alive. Our ability to live can be found within ourselves, within the faint constrains of our consciousness. It is our self-contained duty to control how we exist, to impose upon ourselves the lives which we desire, to courageously abjure that which we find appalling. This is how existence must be propelled; in contrast, the world would be thrown to chaos.

This is our only true boundary of life – the will to live. Time is considered to be but a physical limit, nothing but a daunting task to overcome. We must look past this, look past it without a second glance, look past it and instead strive to conquer our own infirmities. Life itself is controlled by time, but not us; no, we were created with a much different purpose. We indeed can be the light or the darkness of this universe – it all very much rests within our hearts. The people who embrace the light, they, and only they, can indeed surpass the hands of time. But those who fall to the darkness are allowing themselves easy prey. It is these misguided beings who will never again rise to see the setting sun.