Alice is now 85, staring out a gloomy window reminiscing about her life, her long loving life. She kept a journal under her floorboard with her favorite photographic memory with her mother and father, it contained of places to be, things to do, and people to see- all before her soul left the Earth. She quickly reflected on her life; everyone dies but not everyone lives. Alice can hardly achieve anything she has written in her journal, and her life told that story. However, she did get married and had a beautiful family, got her dream job, and lived her life to what she thought was living to the fullest. Too late to realize, she wasn’t living at all- not one bit. Alice never pursued her love to travel, never made time to go on spontaneous trips…