Everyday.
All day.

Each of us, we saunter, march, run...even try to flee through our lives. You can never flee. Life surrounds you like a thousand needles. Small, sharp, piercing. And we all need to grow up. But how? How to leave behind the trails of the past? I often wish for complete metamorphosis, oh that life would be so easy!

And so it is that we must be as orphans, wandering strange, unknown paths. Tussling in the wilderness, alone. Me: For I must need to know my own strengths and weaknesses, limits and growth. What fun and challenge is there when we keep relying on another?

Every nanosecond is new, spend it well.