I would rather be ashes than dust. I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow than a sleepy and permanent planet. The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time being me.
This is a poem one of my friends wrote about me.
You have such an Angelic Voice
It puts my Heart at Calm
It's like I have no Choice
When you put on your Charm
I do things without Questions
I get over being Nervous
All I think about is you in our Conversations
It's a little difficult for me to come up with a Verse
But you're my Inspiration
It's you that encourages me to Write
