And above all, believe. Believe in the strings of fate that wind so tightly around your destiny. Trust that they lead you in the right direction. Believe in the possibilities that flutter amidst descending space. Embosom them, and water them to fruition. Believe, for life is but a conflagration of past mistakes. Believe, for life is finite, yet infinite. Words may cut, and expectations may waver, but true hope is unyielding. Press on, my friends.