Wildflowers and wild horses...

There is something deeply authentic about grappling with our fate. It is looking at a long trail of twisted life-decisions that got us spinning into the abyss. So like all things, we have a choice - and for better or worse we spiral. Embrace the chaos. Go to ruins.

It's not fair. It's not fair that he gets a pass to let his ambition take over, that he lets it rule him. He should be better at controlling it. Knowing when it's okay to let it steer his path, and when he must aggressively press the brakes and stop before collision. It's not right that he gets to be two people. The shy dreamer that passes without a trace, and a hurricane that leaves nothing unturned and no one unscathed. And those unlucky to be caught in the wake of his ascension, have to take what he has to give, and pick up the pieces afterwards.