When that day comes, surely it will not come too soon, the light from her eyes will dim and her soul will seek another light to be reborn. But even as the life leaves her body, that dream she has dreamt so big will never cease to fade. She spent her whole existence reaching far beyond her grasp without any hesitation. From the outside looking in, one can say she will never reach her fulfillment but who are they to judge her? She can only hope that with faith her fantasy can truly become tangible. Don't call her foolish. She has aged with hardship, each wrinkle engraved so proud. Pity, she needs not. Admiration is not far-fetched for who else can say they've chased until death what they truly sought out? Failed countless times but failure is only dust to be dusted. Until she herself becomes dust, the quest will continue. And continue on...