My father is a wise man, he may have his flaws. But he always knows what to say. Today he told me about death. He said "at the end, when your days are counted remember that nothing truly matters but your heart."
he said it with such clarity, and poise. I knew he was right. When your on your death bed you wont be with your money, but you'll be with your memories. And when you see the world for the last time you'll see your true friends right by your side.