There will be moments in your life when you will be in deep deep shit, in a deep deep pit. You would cry for help. You would struggle to catch a breath. You would run out of hope after faith has deserted you. You would long for light and a helping hand. But all you get is shadows. Silhouettes of people standing above and laughing at you. Here’s a thing about shadows: if you befriend them, light won’t speak to you and if you move past them, light embraces you. So you can try and figure out who those shadows belong to or leave them all behind and rise above them all. Cause in the end, you either die following or you die being followed.