Aristotle

  This another poem about reality of life, a great summary of our beginning and end and everything in between. According to this poem we start of with something simple, easy, fun then comes the struggle, the real deal of life, time that changes how we think, time that determines our future, our end. This stage makes us different from each other, writes a story about who we are and that story stays or fades depending on who we become. When the end comes we all go to the same destination as if we were all the same. I LOVE THIS POEM, I don't know if my interpretation makes sense but for me, I get the point :)