You say you need help. Help for what? You have everything needed for the extravagant journey that is your life.
In a world where death is the hunter, my friend, there is no time for regrets or doubts. There is only time for decisions.
The dying sun will glow on you without burning, as it has done today. The wind will be soft and mellow and your hilltop will tremble. As you reach the end of your dance you will look at the sun, for you will never see it again in waking or in dreaming, and then your death will point to the south. To the vastness.