Living a good life is living to tell about it.
And after all is said and done, we will remember these bygone days with glee. The days when we felt our lives were still full of meaning, when all that we could see lay at our feet. We were as gods, so young and full of promise, as if all we did was right; not a single action was wrong. Although, we could have so easily slid into something we could not have foretold. Being invincible has its own curse; being young and headstrong can make things worse than for one who, with a bald head and old, looks upon his varied life with a grin, smiling that he escaped the price of sin.