"I think Wisdom may be one of life's greatest contrasts, but in the same sense it is not so black and white" (Woods)

I sit here looking at my life just like Dante sat looking the gates of hell, trying to figure out what his great poem would be. What will my great story be? Will I have an epic to share when I'm old and grey. Will I fall into the darkness of obscurity, or will I gain access to that soft shine of clarity in my life. With each trail I go trough in my life like Dante i'll add another entry into my Epic, but I can only take it a day at a time.