From the moment we take our first breath, we die. Each day we open our eyes, each smile and each tear shed, brings us closer to our end. Most of us deny the undeniable, taking pleasure in earthly belongings, judging, and despising our differences. Some, spend their time building bridges so that peoples can walk smother onto their path. Meanwhile, the glass hour mocks us or smiles at us. Humans, mortals, beings, cling more onto their beginning instead of the certainty of existence. Yet, there comes a day when we smile, and we know that each blink is pure happiness.