Life is a journey. From the day we are born, we are marked for certain death. The only question lies in how long are we allowed to go .. we die. Death is merely a pathway, a gateway to another world. A world of void and senselessness. Its not the end that will matter, its the journey in between. As all journeys, there will be companions. Some companions will walk with us for a longer part and others, a shorter one. However it is only those that matter who will leave foot prints in our paths.

These companions serve as our morale support, our line of retreat, our comrades. When we are feeling low, down or unhappy. You can be sure they will always be there for you. As the going gets harder, these companions will stick by you against all odds. Even when it appears all hope is lost, all when the last path seems to disappear, the companions you have will help you clear a new path to go on. We can always seek support from them, for we are a companion to them too. They are what completes us.

It is in life that we meet these companions, in death we mourn the loss of these companions. These companions are our siblings that fate forgot to give us at birth.

These companions are friends.