Underneath these shallow waters...

Life is funny, isn't it? Just when you think you've got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about something, and feel like you know what direction you’re heading in, the paths change, the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north is suddenly south, and east is west, and you’re lost. It is so easy to lose your way, to lose direction. And that’s with following all the signposts. It's funny because when you're a child, you believe you can be anything you want to be, go wherever you want to go. There's no limit to what you can dream. You expect the unexpected, you believe in magic, in fairy tales, and in possibilities. Then you grow older and that innocence is shattered and somewhere along the way the reality of life gets in the way and you're hit by the realization that you can't be all you wanted to be, you just might have to settle for a little bit less.

Once again, he doesn't quite know where he's headed. It seems that every few years he's shovelling up the pieces of his life and starting from scratch. Rebuilding everything that he spent precious time constructing - making sure this time around the foundations are more solid. Yet no matter what he does or how hard he tries, he can't seem to reach the dizzy heights of happiness, success, and security, like so many people around him seem to do. And it's not even about measuring the miles he's climbed or the serenity he enjoys; he just wants to reach a point in his life, where he will be able to stop in his tracks, look around, and breath a sigh of relief - for he will be home. He will be free.