I've flown rockets and slayed dragons. I've saved lives and I've had my life saved. I've been through broken bones and a broken home and the death of people I love, but I'm still here. I never chose the safety of what was known when there was the possibility of more to be discovered. I've had adventures that most people only dream about. And I've had losses that I still dream about. And if there's one thing I've learned in all my adventures, it's that there's no such thing as a life lived happily ever after. Unless the happily means simply that we're still alive. That the sun is rising on another day. Because with every sunrise comes the possibility of happiness and also the possibility of heartache. And sometimes, it's all rolled up together. I came to understand as a very young child that when the imagination is limitless, life's possibilities are endless. But I learned that the hard way. I learned it through yearning and frustration and ache and longing and sometimes desperation for a life different from the one I was living. I learned the stretch my imagination and spread my wings, and allow for all the options life had to offer. Not only the ones I could see with my eyes, I stretch for the ones I could feel with my heart. As long as the sun rises on your life, there will be new dragons to slay. So, the end of my story is not any kind of ever after. Because I'm still alive. I'm still here. And the sun stills rises on my life.