It’s kind of frustrating, you know, that feeling as if you are making your way through water. The world spins in slow motion around you; determined to engulf you in it’s all encompassing torrent of fate and the inevitable. An ineffable feeling of overwhelming pressure that threatens to crush you. Something akin to the fates conspiring against you, and every step forward is six steps back. But then, on the horizon there is a break in the darkness, a sweet relief from the pain and hopelessness. Be it a woman, a child, cherished memory or some ridiculous notion—this, whatever it is, is important. While it may not define you, it definitely makes up some part of you, and holding onto that is top priority.
