We all have a cradle-to-the-grave journey to make and, in between, what do you do? There's got to be something hereafter.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I always figure from the cradle to the grave, we all have our individual journeys, and maybe my journey was a positive one and I accomplished certain things without stepping on too many toes.
Whatever else I do before finally I go to my grave, I hope it will not be looking after young people.
Sometimes it feels as if everything in life is just something we haul into the grave.
I'm looking at a dead event and trying to give it new life. In a sense, I'm a taxidermist.
At the end of the day, I am not my dad and have my own journey to make.
My friends, history, history calls us to this time and to this place. A solemn choice rests with us - where do we go from here? Do we move slowly and incrementally? Or do we seize the challenge of our time and tackle the great issues of our day.
Sooner or later something seems to call us onto a particular path... this is what I must do, this is what I've got to have. This is who I am.
I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.
I don't have anything in particular to achieve; I don't want to go any particular direction. I just want to take up the challenges of life as we go along.
Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed.