Turn the page, continue reading, and let the next story begin.

It'll be okay." She didn't know if it would be okay or not. She somehow doubted it, but what else was there to say?

No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.

Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.

Turn the page, continue reading, and let the next story begin.

And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died.

You have to know where you were going in order to get there.