The past almost decade the wind taken out of me that I cannot live or be the same. Every time I feel I can finally settle and lay my sails open the world keeps changing on a reshuffling loop. It's not being beat down but I recognize a metamorphosis I am going through. Though I don't know if that is necessarily permanent beyond a point of no return way, but in changing there is at least some point of no return. We live such sadder and more disappointing existences than we care to admit with all those dreams we were going to fill quiet, small, hopeful and large. Yet the ebb and flow of many erode. So what now?