A life contains so many memories, so many days. Most are forgotten, empty or plain. But then there are those that bring change. The loss of a friend, dreams of the future; hopes dashed, while others disappear in the repetition of the every day. This is a life. It contains portions of everyone else, while some things are unique, just like in every human being. It is to see through the eyes of another person, that impossibility of life; to understand a different style of thought and find that, truly, this person is not that different. A life, each day either a thought, an action, dream or memory. To be born, to grow and realize gradually one's place in life and that, sadly, one's place cannot always be maintained and that one's life is often beyond one's own hold. From birth, through adolescence, separation, love, war and into death; this is simply a life.