When young, we all believe in something. We chase it all: love, dreams, hopes. At times, we get close to them: their in our reach.. And yet, we may never quite call them ours. But time is limited and we only have so long until it all shatters, like the mirror you drop when you spot the first wrinkles around your eyes or the strands of graying hair amongst all the others: blond, brown, black.