I'm at a crossroads yet again.
Life, as I know it, it at it's climax; the door is closing on what is effectively the first "era" of my individual existence.
One can't help but yearn for all the things lost in the aftermath of this time; potential. Hopes. Whacked-out, star-studded dreams - truly improbably, yet, conversely, daringly possible. It's the phrase no-one ever wants to hear; "What If?"
Dwelling won't do any good, of course - one must carry their mental scars and afflictions in tow. At the end of the day, I'd rather be caught up in the landslide than walking aimlessly through the landfill.
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