A person's life always begins with passion, amid aspirations and struggle, and ends in ordinary calm and memories.
The memories worth keeping are often those of youthful fervor and impulsiveness.
Not everyone bends down and crawls toward Rome. Some are born in Rome and walk against the tide of people coming to pay homage, while others rise above worldly concerns and look on calmly at the teeming masses.
If someone has both a young body and memories of a lifetime's trials, will they be swept along by the surging crowd, or be content in a quiet corner?
Even if life could begin again, it wouldn't change anything. The path a person takes is always the truest reflection of their heart...
Peaceful times bury lofty ambitions; only an age of turmoil reveals a true hero.
