The hardest truths to face...

As it turns out, life is not sitting in hot amorphic leisure in the backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved you. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing - singing, laughing, learning. This is what it feels like: becoming the master of your life. Even though one continuously rebelled against it, at one point it feels like the only natural progression to your life. And so it was with him. What to do? Where to turn? What ties, what roots? Questions he ponders, as he hangs suspended in the strange thin air of back-home? Which people to leave behind, and who to fight for? What to let go, and what to forever hold dear?