I stand on one bank, my dreams at the other, the river of negativity flowing in front of me. If I try to swim across, I drown in sorrow, pulled down by doubt, tempted to quit halfway across. I can only reach my dreams by crossing it with the support of those who love me. They take me across on their boat, strongly banking the oars, and never letting me frown. They are my life support. Without them, I die.