We are just hopeles creatures, but yet we find a way to have a little pice of happyness before we finish the cycle of life. The only thing we have in the end is our memories and the wish to be remembered for what we accomplished in the short life that we have been given. But i know that many don't find their little pice of happyness and end up dying alone in the cold winters of the human soul that can only be warmed by anothers touch. I'ts very true 2 the soul /heart.