Some rubbish to read.

Beginning is always the hardest part. The page or screen is empty, the color of intimidating white that makes eyes ache and minds blank. With each line, the wheels start to give way and slowly turn.
Life can be so confusing sometimes. One day, you are the king of the world. The next you are the lowest man on the totem pole, so low that your head is almost buried and only your forehead is showing. How crazy is that? I guess that that proves life isn't a constant, stable, straight journey. Curves, twists, bends, and turns await us. Where upon this winding road, I ask, are we to find the slightest strand of sanity? We have no map or compass to guide us, yet some force tends the light that is the North Star, to shine even brighter when we lose our way and the path we tread has been scattered to the wind. This is nothing but a test, a trial. Look to the next point on the horizon and reach for it. Let yours legs take action and one step further, that's it, just one more step. We will make it. We have to.
Whisper on the wind to one you love before it is too late, too late for speaking, for any call to satisfy that desire to simply say what we want to say. Do it while the days are full and light and young, before death sets foot on your doorstep. So I ask just what are you waiting for? Perhaps another to hesistate and lose that opportunity.