Bound.

  What's to say we cannot achieve greatness. Whose to say our limitations are binding. That when we're gone the world will not remember a word in which we've spoken. That when we're gone, life goes on. It goes on as if we were never here, never won, never lost, never learned or taught, as if life itself is greater than us all. As i am sure it mocks us and every dream we pray of. But what is life without us. Without you and I to make something of it, and of ourselves. For we are not bound to the earth by the limits in which we fear we have, but bound by nothing at all.