Mountains of my life: Forever Soldier

The seas and the fields

Rivers always wind down the sea. When I was a boy, I though our land was a secluded island. There were the mountains and the seas. Rivers come down to end in the salty water. Man lives and dies, but has to go on because is not so sure. Really, it was not. I knew it was a fact but when you don't want to accept it, life is an endless play.
We can overcome this phenomenon. We can conquer death. Just dream... dream... and dream.
That's what I did when I was a child. But they say, we are pilgrims. Yeah, we journey no end. We cross rivers, climb mountains and sail the vast seas. Because that's what we are.