When I was younger, I pictured life like looking through a picture frame window. In the beginning we start off with a sturdy piece of glass. Letting the sunshine through brightening up the room you stand. As you grow and your body becomes weaker the glass starts to crack. By the time you reach the point of dying your window is full of cracks making it so difficult to see out. You stand in this room alone and scared not knowing what’s to come next. Finally your glass shatters and you climb out through the window in to a place where only your dreams can take you.