My Denny Crane & Alan Shore relationship.

In the man I end up with I want a best friend,
Someone to confide in, tell secrets, love deeply and know deeply.
I want all the Essence of love
The beauty, passion, desires...
All the colors, shades, ways.
I'll like to face the world with this person
I want a man that would always have my back
A trusted partner, one I can give all that I am with no doubts, no fears.

I like Denny Crane and Alan's relationship
They seemed married even though they played the roles as best friends.
So Different, yet in love.
Always having one another's back
At the end of the day, they always made a toast to life with each other.
... I want a Denny Crane & Alan relationship.
It's funny when I think of the perfect relationship, I see 2 men,seating on a balcony at evening time, sipping on scotch...





For now I'm single, and I'll like to have this with My Lord.

Seek ye first the kingdom...and my Denny would surface... ;)

You Are Beautiful.

Today I sat beside a lady at church, she came in with her kids, a young boy, maybe 5 and a baby girl still sucking on tits :)

This year 2013 was a fresh start "to thy own self be true" kinda says what my plan was at the beginning  of the year.
So I cut the crap, and told myself some truth.
So far so good..
You are beautiful, you are delicate, created with a purpose in mind, you are great and only you has the power to take away these truth from you.<---- illumination.="" p="">
Bright lights of truth and honesty piercing through thick darkness and forcing illumination.

...Back to the lady, her baby had no pampers, she cried a lot because of discomfort.
Her son wore dirty clothes, playful young man, extremely happy fellow..mucus dripped down from his nose. He tried to make his sister stop crying (Big brothers are from heaven! )

Their mummy's Hair was a mess, she wore an old dress and looked like she had really made an effort using what she had. She loved those 2 youngsters, I could tell, and from how her baby smiled at her when mummy swinged her safely to dance as hymns were sung, I could tell her baby loved her too.

her baby had no towels, no napkins, no bottles..she used pieces of Ankara as substitute for pampers. made me cry ;(.
I love that lady, she looked so beautiful when I looked straight in her face as she blessed me. With a little grooming Pow!!! She's a stunner.

How did she get into this mess is not the question, she made me forget she was in so much stress...she looked like she had hope.
She blessed me..said a prayer for me; Not a dollar in hand, but a smile, some dancing and singing to share.

We get so caught up in our troubles, blinded by darkness we lie to ourselves/believe lies.forgetting who we truly are we become so small we become slaves to a lie, trapped in our own prisons, held captive for no just cause.

This lady knows who she is, and it wont be long before others know her for who she truly is...
Aware of her situation, but not driven by fear or gloom or selfpity.
She knows who she is, and soon enough the world will too.

Don't get stuck in the darkness, you are BEAUTIFUL.

The pressure of trust

The pressure from a complete stranger saying "I trust you".

Where do you know me from and why do you trust me so???

Sigh! The fact that i know I can be a complete disaster, I can mess up, I can completely fuck you over.

But for the grace of God I am like any other mess, walking clueless, I am completely human.

Fear almost had me, and it was just fear that I wasn't going to measure up with the expectations of a stranger that handed me complete trust,  I knew my power to fuck up (trying to help you understand the post). Kai fear dealt with me smh.

deadly fears, the ones that have the power to kill all my dreams if I let them

*being alone in the world, forgetting what friendship means and allowing myself get so lost In the trials of this cruel earth while i disconnect from those whom i love , the ones that love me back, my friends.

*listening to the voice that whispers facts, ignites the fear of the unknown and feeds me lies, luring me to accept all realities I'm not comfortable with and ignore the bases of faith concerning the unknown

Worry dealt with me, fear almost swallowed me

Oh! But where is my faith? The truth is; I am weak but he is strong.

In confidence & quietness shall be your strength . Lord, I need thee every hour....

Poet / Prophet

 Look! Listen!
    God’s arm is not amputated—he can still save.
    God’s ears are not stopped up—he can still hear.
There’s nothing wrong with God; the wrong is in you.

Your wrongheaded lives caused the split between you and God.
    Your sins got between you and God.
No one speaks up for the right,
    no one deals fairly.
They trust in illusion, they tell lies,
 they hatch violence.
They compete in the race to do evil
    and run to be the first to murder.
They plan and plot evil, think and breathe evil,
    and leave a trail of wrecked lives behind them

They know nothing about peace
    and less than nothing about justice
Which means that we’re a far cry from fair dealing,
    and we’re not even close to right living

We long for light but sink into darkness,
    long for brightness but stumble through the night.
Like the blind, we inch along a wall,
    groping eyeless in the dark.
We shuffle our way in broad daylight,
    like the dead, but somehow walking.
We’re no better off than bears, groaning,
    and no worse off than doves, moaning.
We look for justice—not a sign of it;

Our wrongdoings pile up before you, God,
    our sins stand up and accuse us.
Our wrongdoings stare us down;
    we know in detail what we’ve done:
Mocking and denying God,
    not following our God

Justice is beaten back,
    Righteousness is banished to the sidelines,
Truth staggers down the street,
    Honesty is nowhere to be found,
Good is missing in action.
    Anyone renouncing evil is beaten and robbed

God looked and saw evil looming on the horizon—
    so much evil and no sign of Justice.
 not a soul around to correct this awful situation.
So he did it himself.
He dressed in Righteousness, put it on like a suit of armor,
    with Salvation on his head like a helmet,
Put on Judgment like an overcoat,
    and threw a cloak of Passion across his shoulders

He’ll make everyone pay for what they’ve done:
    fury for his foes, just deserts for his enemies.
    Even the far-off islands will get paid off in full.
In the west they’ll fear the name of God,
    in the east they’ll fear the glory of God,
For he’ll arrive like a river in flood stage,
    whipped to a torrent by the wind of God

“I’ll arrive in Zion as Redeemer,
    to those in Jacob who leave their sins.”
        God’s Decree

ISAIAH 59.

I am curious.

Where is my way out of reality
Hard work is hard
I want to be able to sustain me
I don't want to need anything asides the basics
Love, air, food, water, light, good sleep.
I want peace and I don't want to stress

To get where I have determined to be,
I must move/work/thrive
After I've poured out my sweat
After I've done all of this
Will I find rest
 or  begin to thrive for another goal I'll set?
I'm not scared, life hasn't killed me yet
I'm curious
Is life all work?
Do I ever get to say alas now I have no needs I must strive for?
I'm curious. I want to know.

I'll find out someday, maybe tomorrow
But after tomorrow, if life goes on
Does my work/walk continue?

Show Mercy...

I let myself chase after lost souls...
how do i know i am not one 'lost soul'?
why do i always come back,
always on the same path of forgiveness,
back to the source of my pain.
why do i love deeply?
why do i cherish their souls?
why is the path to forgiving paved with pain?
and why do i choose this path?

I always find myself back at the same place
i promised myself I'll never be back to.
this time, i wont make myself that promise.
cos i know i may find myself right back here...
hurting again. a price you pay for kindness!

I know theres a way out of these pain, experience taught me,
its not easy to forgive, but for FREEDOM sake and
so i am not stuck in a bad memory,
so i don't have deadly venom weakening my spirit and killing me slowly
for these reasons once again i"ll let YOU go.
once again I'll let IT go.

I'll take many deep breaths and just let it go!
these pain is not worth my freedom.
theres some pain medicine in FORGIVENESS.
forgiving the one that brought you pain.
taking some pain medicine by showing Gods love and forgiving
cos once upon a time weren't we all sinners?
but for the grace of God!

Again, I'll take your crap, i wont hurt you back...
instead, I'll let IT go.
I'll let YOU go
I'll forgive you

...cruel world, I'm in love with my vision and not reality

what good do we do by loving only those who love us? thats easy.

Calling to remembrance.

You'll help me out and I'll praise you for doing so, I'll probably say: "oh, thank you sir/ma/sis/bro, you'll never understand how grateful I am, I'll never forget your act of kindness"

And i sincerely don't intend to forget , but after years go by... Am i still as appreciative?

Our ability to forget as time goes by becomes a flaw, especially when its the important things we forget.

Let's keep counting our blessings irrespective of the sights we see. From my existence on this side of life I've realized that for a fact; troubles are promised, and most of the time our reaction is shock and a the realization of how limited our power really is.

I've come to understand  that dwelling on the troubles doesn't change the situation. And I've found peace in bad times just by remembering the good times, counting all the good, and learning from the negatives,but not dwelling on it.

I call to remembrance all the blessings, for a truth many I'm undeserving of... But still somehow I'm blessed. I tell myself I'll be blessed again. And by this I draw strength from the pain.

I'll close this note with One of my favorite scriptural verse ; rejoicing in hope, patient through tribulations and continuing steadfastly in prayer Romans 12:12.

God bless :*

Agatha

She was trapped, and afraid to escape,
It seemed like everyone around her felt
stuck, confined, content with dirt.
Dampened spirits no one cared to fight anymore.
She wasn't comfortable so she made her way of escape.

Agatha ran the race of her life when she finally broke free
She was free at last,
Oh so good! fresh air.

Agatha was free at last, and she
Found her way to the highway,
The road, she started the journey. But,
every person she trusted for help had seen her on the news

She's been declared wanted by her captor
and there's a ransom
It became hard to trust anyone,
she lost faith, I think she felt she was free but alone
Bounty hunters all around.

Agathas freedom has been compromised.
All She wanted was to be out of prison
She wasn't ready for this, didn't bargain for this.
So sadly and slowly Agatha stopped fighting
She surrendered to her hunter
And they put her back in prison.

Note:
It's not important what her crime is
This wasn't a lawful prison.
Agatha failed to plan well, she wasn't prepared, that's why she failed.

Thought :
I think Agatha shouldn't get comfortable with failure,
I hope she tries again,
and this time with a good plan.

What's the truth?

The destroyer thrives on fear.
And it's the fears we've refused to admit
I'm not only preaching to you, I'm preaching to me.

We're afraid of something
We're afraid to  dig deep
We don't even acknowledge the destroyer as the enemy
He has become 'a friend'
We Believe in a system, but a system filled with flaws
There's no peace when we believe lies.                              Selah.
1+1 equals 2, but in these system that doesn't sum up

Here, What we substitute for joy is mere 'fun'
last just for a moment.
(See, joy is soul deep, can't be fabricated)
Insatiable want, a need, we desire more...
We just are to scared to admit it, but we know it

There's got to be more to life.
Something is wrong with the system.
Ehmmmmm, so why are we so afraid of  the TRUTH?

From the New York Times.

“When we open a market, everyone asks, ‘How many stores will you open?’ ” he said. “Honestly, I didn’t know. It depends on the customer and how big the demand is. We must have the dialogue with the customers and learn from them. It’s not us saying you must have this. It’s you saying it.”

In New York, they did one page saying they were opening — in The New York Times,” Echevarría said. “But it’s not a campaign; it’s an announcement; it’s information. The company does not talk about itself. The idea was that the client was to talk about the company. It was not to say how good it could be. The customer would say that if it was deserved.”

while Spain has been suffering through real estate and debt crises (following the global financial crisis), Inditex has prospered. Echevarría said that is because the customer is always determining production — not the other way around. Every piece of clothing the company makes has, in a way, been requested. A business model that is so closely attuned to the customer does not share the cycle of a financial crisis.

“Actually, the customer is more or less the same in New York and Istanbul,” she said. “There are differences, like Brazilian girls like more brilliant colors, whereas in Paris they use more black. But in general when you find a fashion trend, it’s global.”

Inditex takes the fashion pulse of the world. A trend can last a half a year, but some are finished in a month.

Christian Louboutin took Inditex to court for selling the company’s signature red-soled shoes but lost, mainly because Inditex takes care to change its designs just enough to evade copyright laws.
Golsorkhi says. “I was of the same mind myself, but I have grown out of that because I realize that the fashion companies also copy each other. In the end, no one’s original.”

They have done process innovation very well,” says Nelson Fraiman, a professor at Columbia Business School who has studied the Inditex model. “Product innovation? No. But tell me one Chinese company that has done product innovation very well. They are brilliant at process. I think you should give a cheer for process innovation.”

He was talking about Zara (the store).

Dear Josh, I'm beginning to understand why we met.
Life is what life is and I had to learn through you that good people didn't go extinct.
You told me not to change, it's hard to stay nice,  humans can be mean, very mean.

Life went on after you left...
I've met all sorts of people, its hard to not be naive, its hard to just jugde from the first glance,
And its impossible to know how the story ends from the beginning...
It always starts off fine then I'm 'WOWED' oh well!
People are amazing :)

Naive as I was, you never took advantage,
You weren't perfect but I saw you try,
That you tried made the difference.
You were as confused as I am about the world and its people,
You were also strong enough to know there was hope.
I hope you know, me finding you was me finding hope.

You didn't come and vanish... You made an impact, memories to last.

I've come to understand, that to live sane is to understand there's a purpose for every thing.
Its okay that you're gone, different phase. Spirits never die that's consoling :)..
You were a good man, I now know its not easy to stay good, but even with all your trials you gave it a try...
Hey! See where it got you, at least it got you a name.
A good name.

I know you're okay, I know you're fine. You owe me nothing, you were a young man who deserved peace.

To the great beyond my best friend, my unofficial ex.. I know you smile, my friend lives on. And you know? Just for that I smile back too...
I'll keep trying josh, I won't change.
I miss you Josh.

Hope, faith and love

Does it hurt? Yes! Now and then,
right now not at all
Wounds heal, you shouldn't run from the memories
After a while scars can make you smile,
The lessons they taught, the future they paved.

Do I hurt? When it hurts I cry,
Not immune to pain, I have thick skin, I'm human.
Do I forget? Nope.
But do I forgive?  Yup.
Lifes to short to hold a grudge
If I must live at least let me live in peace.
Hate is poison in ones soul
Ewww slowly dieing, a painful way to die.

Do I love you? Yes with all my heart.
Do I understand why you'll hurt me? Probably never will.
The sooner we understand not all questions would be answered the better.
I don't really care that you can be evil at times
I can be evil at times too..
But for the grace of God where would I be?

When my wounds heal
When I see my scars.
I won't remember the evil I saw,
I'll remember why I love you.
I hear love keeps no record of wrong.
Hope, faith and love.
The greatest really is Love...

We Rise

I am not where I want to be
But I'm en route destination..
Does result justify all means?
The long,hard and honest path or short cuts,
Which is appropriate? Which is my choice?

Does pain make one stronger,
Still must I go through the pain?
And why compare man to steel?
Steel goes through the heat, must man do the same?

Tell me a story, a story of a man
How a man got to his destination
Yet endured no pain.
"its not if a man is king, but how he wears the crown"

Grateful for another day.
Still breathing, so then I still have purpose.
Today my choice would tell
What the future holds for me

Nothing is as certain as rock
But I pave my way,
The power of my actions,
I am a god
I make my own way.

To go through the long honest route
And endure, or
Go the other route and seat on the throne in a short while.
I've heard patience makes one stronger,
Patience is a battle with ones self,
Who wins at the end?

Why compare man to steel?
The Spirit of man lives forever,
Steel has no soul.
But if everything has purpose, what is its purpose?
Perhaps to tell a story. Who knows.....

There is purpose in our pain.
"after the fire has tested me,I will come out as gold"
From the ashes... We rise.

MORALITY

Its below the balance. I speak of morality.
we've strayed away, forgotten the lessons once taught by the elders
forgotten the voice of our conscience.
We think old people equals old mind
we are blind, we assume they know nothing of this century,
things have changed, thats our excuse.
but nothing is new under the sun. if u think of it from that perspective....
it becomes - different scene, same problem, same basic technique (or advanced technique).
the truth is the truth, it would never change
history repeats itself, learn from the wise
i could save myself a lot of trouble if I'll just listen.


ask self : whose voice am i listening to? note that you are listening to someone, theres always a voice.

Sister

How can i not call you sister
How can i not hurt when you hurt?
How can i not care and
why wont i walk a mile in your shoe,
to know where it hurts...
why haven't i apologized?
why do i hold a grudge, bearing a cross..
isn't it easier to forgive?
the world is bad , the world is terrible
thats the more reasons as to why i need you.
i Loved you once, I'll love you again
let me apologize for the both of us
cos it hurts to see you just walk away.

i pretend i am strong,
its the lie i tell myself
if Love is weakness, then for Love i am a slave.
i say a prayer for you,
for once upon a time we were friends
i'm ready to go back, to risk it, being hurt again
I'll be smarter, but a risk I'm willing to take.
its really sad to see you just walk away.

i still love you, so i always say a prayer for you
" Dear Lord, i love her, im no better than she is
and im sure you love me so i know you love her too..
pls bless her dear Lord, in your hands i commit my dear friend"
See, i always smile when you walk into the room
always happy to see you, just till you walk away....

kerions outtro

I refuse to be another black statistic
A black man who can wine and dine in the sin of the world and still be considered a christian
I plan on being great
I care not to be less
 I refuse to wear a bar-code across my chest
I refuse to let a black tee or throwback jersey define me
I refuse to let my children witness divorce
Or make mature decisions in court
I refuse to grow up carrying the generational curse
I refuse to feel the need to curse in my verse
I hate being automatically looked at when someone asks can anyone rap
I wanna be a black man that can flip it from urban to corporate measures
A black man who doesn't gain knowledge from the world for his own pleasures
 A black man who reps Christ to the fullest with no regrets
My only regret is the stigma that many black statistics in the past have set
Like going to jail, bragging about bail, leaving our kids, cussing at church,
married and you still flirt, no father present at birth
Animosity within the ministers of our church
I refuse to let my people be viewed as temporary
I plan on planting a seed not for the moment but for one thats legendary
As for statistics
My father broke the mode
And i feel its my job for the next generation to continue in it
 Because i refuse to be another black statistic.


from the album Hero, by kirk Franklin.

Most times its with the best of intentions we do what we do,
Sometimes actions get misinterpreted.
You do not listen to what I'm saying,
Instead you hear what you assume i am saying
That’s when we lose focus....
Wondering, trying to understand "who i think i am to judge"

In need of forgiveness
You need to be forgiven
Crimes against humanity, crimes against my brother.
How do you make it in this world without being cold,
At least just once....

Truth could hurt, put that in mind.
Also,  put in mind, my  truth isn't necessarily reality
Just what I see from my point of view
Don’t mean to offend you,
You see, I may be wrong, but i may be right

If what I say aligns with the truth you already know
I.e. your present reality
Then I did my brother well
Hopefully now you can tell, it’s not only you who sees the real you
I am your friend and i see it too

So again I may be wrong, i may be right
But if I don’t say my observations
Isn’t that a crime to a loved one?
Should I leave you in denial?
Then haven’t I robbed you of freedom
For i have left a friend in denial,
Allowed you believe illusions, mirages, all lies.

Please! Forgive me if i am wrong
But what if I am right?

the gift of christmas

he knows the story behind every scar

he keeps record of my hair growth

down to the last strand, he knows

he knows about every tear drop,

not just the story behind the tear

but the hurt and pain , the reason for the tear.

every breath, till my life support is cut off

he'll know.

its not his duty, infact am just a creation

but he loved me soo much. he sacrificed his best for me

though i did not love him and couldnt care less if he came or not

he still felt the need to try to save me.

i,  the one that didnt love him infact i hated him

hated him for reasons i do cant point out (no reason at all)

for as history would tell, he was just a good man

a very good man, he had no crime

why did i hate good? i stop to think.

christmas is a gift to all men, women, children 


not considering race, tribe, religion or age


christmas is a gift to the world. share love

selah

Dearest Diary.

I really need to start finishing things i start... we really should listen to our mothers,they see the things we cant see. As Nneka would always tell me "u cant see what an old woman like me would see seating on a bench even if a girl like you climbs an iroko tree". laugh my ass off my dearest Nekus is just 23 oh *long hiss*
so my dear people, the year is almost over, december ya"ll halleluyah! Todays post is about 2 good things that happened today

1) my pastors sermon 
2) my 50000 naira prize money :D

My Pastors sermon

Church today was good as usual,  i came in a tiny bitty late, so missed the praise but uhlalalah worship was just taking off.Dare Art Alade was at church today  (for those that dont know, he is a FRESH rnb singer in naija), he was so nice and friendly when we were asked to welcome our neighbors and introduce ourselves, he actually welcomed like 8 people naice yeh?normally peeps just acknowledge 2 neighbours, the right and left ones lol #idoittoo, he was also with a woman,so my excitement is pure #nostringsattached lol. Sha, sha, sermon today was about telling ones self the truth and how you only get transitions when youve been truthful with yourself about 'your own damn self'. makes sense!

The good began when i took it upon myself to be brutally honest, i told myself some bitter truths..choi, pierced my heart my own Gaddamn heart. the list of ugly truths about me ugly so i wont bore with a list out (man must keep secrets hehe)
the truth is very bitter sha, but admittedly very good therapy in the end. it was painful oh, i wont lie, some of us have to admit crazy thing eg i am a liar, a cheat, an abuser, arrogant, unkind, annoying etc admitting it is the 1st step to change and we know that positive change is progress.

hey, am not beating myself out about the painful truth tho and i advice we shouldnt (forgive yourself - Japari told me that) am just loving my past,letting go of it and am looking forward to a better future
FCHW- stands for faith, consistency and Hardwork - @spokenreasons uhhhh i love this guy, he funny but he speaks the truth
watch this pls
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X5gbBIobRKs&feature=g-u

So the bitter truth i found out was that my mum was right all along:(. You know how you never want her to be right?well my mum was right, she would say "karen u never finish what u start, you would clean half way and now stop and watch movie, when would you finish" i didnt know any better then or i refused to change the habit. whichever way, that attitude is a showoff of Lack of consistence and Lazyness , is it not to clean and watch tv in a nice clean room? admitting i am lazy was tough but it'll be worth it in the long run. i'll work at changing conciously now.
the truth is more bitter than the fact that my mum is right, its the fact that the habit followed me into present time. as i have washed half my clothes nd the rest is just staring at me, half of my ward robe is neat the rest is a sight, i cleaned my room but didnt throw the gabbage *closes eye* etc these are the little things, just imagine the huge things ive left half way.

this must stop! this would stop :) consistent karen is the goal. hehe

now my 50000 naira win

yayyyyyyy my christmas is already a miracle.
mehn the recession on my end is fatal, but what do you know,
God has kept me :)
so fusion lifestyle had another shopping event today and i was the lucky winner of 50000 naira shopping cash :) ohlawd! the joy oh jesu babami oh haha almasihu lawd! 
i did my christmas shopping there and there, like what a relief, one thing crossed out off my todo list these year, everybody has a GOOD gift
#iamBlessed
so thats the end of the story..lol

my desire is that all of you get lifted from whereever you are.as the new year creeps in we all need to start telling ourselves some bitter truths, who deserves the truth better than you ;), positive change is progress, we all deserve some LIFTing

#note: whoooooohoooooooooooo 20 days to christmas

letter to my Ex

You are perfectly happy, so dis isn't about you. Its just a letter to u after 2 yrs its to inform you of basically everything u already know.

Oct 24th 2009

Everything felt stupid,
I was sure as hell I was awake in the wrong world
was so sure i was dreaming (absolutely sure)
screamed!cried!shouted!
shouted at Abu shittu (had to put some blame somewhere ..Abu understood thankfully).
I coudn't sleep,
U can't sleep in a dream can u? Inception hehe.

Oct 25th 2009

Drove down to zaria. thought of nothing Nothing...
I couldn't think. literally felt nothing..numb
i just kept reciting the date in my head (24th october 2009)
someone said it happened 5am.

Your mum had the saddest face I've ever seen,
And your dad said the bravest thing a man in that state could say
He lookd at the framed pic on the wall, then asked me to read it,
it said " God is love" .
he then explained that God loves us all nd if he felt it was alright to take u to be with him then it must have been out of love..
love for me, for everybody who mattered in dis case nd love for you .
I'm not sure this speech helped ur dad as much as it helped me.

later that evening, u knw what happened lol x_x
I've always had to kick ass cos of u,
this time I kickd ass for you in ur absence physically.
laughed that night cos I knew somewhere you were laughing too (Sighhhh....)

Oct 26 2009

They put u in the ground,
I swear I wanted to pray u back to life..
My mouth couldn't move.
just felt someone hold me and the sound of someone shouting out to kunle to hold me..
i guess i was falling at that moment even gravity couldnt hold me to the ground (makes sense in my head).
I wasn't sure then but now I know something stopped me from praying you back to life
as much as selfish me wanted you on earth than with God,
my mouth failed to move.
i'll never know if God would have answered..
couldn't even pray in my mind..
i know now that its because
you found peace and it was us you were bothered about..
rather No pain than much pain right? Only u can get that.

U fought battles
Not mare battles,
 Nothing anyone who isn't you could imagine
U were brave..
you were very kind
U found love so u got everything life had to offer and at its best.
God, family , friends and me .
 U were happy that's all that matters
U are are happy that's all that matters now
 To have known You is a blessing..
no matter how short that chapter of my life was
Life goes on...memories are forever...You are forever.

 Life is a Race, I found a friend ...he won his race. till we meet again on the other side.