As we come to the end of this phase of our lives, we find ourselves trying to remember the good times and trying to forget the bad times. we find ourselves worrying about the future. where are we gonna be in 10 years? Don't worry, think of me. Please don't worry so much. In the end, none of us have very long on this Earth. Life is fleeting...and if you're distressed, Cast your eyes to the summer sky at the stars strung across the velvetty night. When a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning Night into Day, Make a wish... think of me... Make your life -Spectacular . I know i did.