It is a continual journey perpetuated by the taste of death. A path to the finish line in life. Make it worth it. Make it right. Powder keg lines follow us throughout our days, waiting continually for ignition to prepare us for the living part of our days. Are we lighting the path we are on? Making a trail for others to follow so that they aren't damaged by the things that we were? Or are we meandering through lost and mumbling our way cognizant of no one but self?