You enter this world, naked, exposed and dependent. A vulnerable and fragile seed of life. Crafted from ancestral blood and soil in familiar image, through divine breath you were animated from your lineage.
From then your time began, although it was not your beginning. By loving hands you grew till the debt of duty was past onto you.
So small a cub, from such a mighty lion, yet despite your fathers greatness, no lenience will be given. Do not curse your struggle, no age is spared its trials. Each generation hangs on a wire, for darkness always encroaches upon the living.
You are born as mere potential, a bud of beauty, but will you bloom? Will you secure your posterity, and unfurl like fractal form for eternity?
None can see beyond the curve of their own existence, the dream of happy ever after. But nothing was made lesser by its fragile nature, for the end only heightens the fleeting moment and makes each day more dear.
For now this is yours, this glorious gift, this noble duty, what gift will you bestow upon the dream beyond the horizon? Where the sun sets will you make certain a new beginning?
Do not waste the gifts granted, give your life a meaning beyond its meagre portion. Do not succumb to the weight of your time, for, nothing grew strong without resistance the essential friction. Go, seize your duty, and adorn your name with jewels that will eternally reflect your beauty.