There is a certain beauty to this uncertainty of life.
Everything becomes predictable in its own unpredictable way.
It all begins at a point where something comes to an end.

Infinite memories are the only measures of our finite time here.
Dreams are the only weapons that we've got to fight the reality.
Everyone roams with a map, but no one knows the right route.

Whatever seems to be within our reach is still too far from us.
Yet, we write a new story each day, while someone else has already finished our lines for us.
There sure is a certain beauty to this uncertainty of life.