This'll make sense to some people, maybe not so much to others...depends on if you were around much last November and acknowledged my story, but oh well. I had some time to think, and really reflect on how i've felt since I lost my son...I don't mean to search for pity with this post, but only to remind everyone who'll give this a read how precious life really is. I miss my son, and even though I don't like to admit it, i'm still hurting from losing him...not everyone gets to have the chance they deserve, that chance to truly live, to experience the world around them and to create that future that they may dream about, regardless of what it is. Value each day you have, every hour, every moment, because it can all be taken away before you know it. Live to fullest, live your life the way you want. If you have a dream, if you truly know what you want out of your life, chase it to the very end. Don't let it go, not even for a moment, and appreciate every step of the way on the road to whatever dream it is that you're chasing. Even the longest life must end one day, and it'd be a shame to reach that end with any regrets. I know this is probably trivial to a lot of you. I remember when I used to hear things like this and not really pay much mind to it, but repetition doesn't hurt if the message is important enough. And I feel this message, simple as it may be, is one that a lot of people could find useful. Do this favor, if not for me then for yourself, move forward, press on through whatever troubles you face, and chase whatever dreams you have. Live whatever life you choose, and treasure what you have while you have it. You might only have one shot, and there's no telling how long you really have, so make every second count. Goodnight, everyone. Have a nice night...or morning, since a lot of people probably won't be awake to see this right now.