Beyond the mountains, the cliffs, on the beach side stands a man. A man with hair like snow, a beard reaching his toes, ragged, tangled. He stood still staring out into the sea. Not looking, not even observing.

A man stands still staring out into the sunset but stuck inside his head, searching for an answer only he can discover. An answer made for him, an answer to a question he need only ask himself.

He leaned into the ground digging his legs into the sand, his hands clenching the grains. He looked back up into the sky and asked it Why?

Why must we carry burdens and live lives we didn't ask for, lives filled with sorrow, filled with hate, filled with bigotry, with animosity?

Then it hit him.

We choose the lives we live, people choose to hate and its up to us to choose to love.