A Whirlwind of New Ideas, Old Dreams, and Missed Opportunities

"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we
leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we
can enter another." ~Anatole France

I put this picture up because it accurately portrays how I'm feeling right now. A lone object looking down, or up, at the dizzying swirls of changing circumstances. It's an interesting feeling, not one of anger, joy, excitement, pleasure, or pain. It's not nearly such a tangible feeling. It's a feeling of, in a way, sadness, mixed with resignation, stemming from so much uncertainty. It's amazing how we get caught up in our little worlds, only to have them utterly transformed in a matter of weeks, days; hours. How we put so much stock in things that really have such little value. We can spend an entire lifetime building up security for ourselves only to have our world come crashing down around us. It's funny, in a resigned sort of way. Why do we do what we do? We do, and surround ourselves with, things that will please us and make us comfortable, even though we know that, sooner than we expect, they will be snatched out from underneath our very feet. When this does happen as it either has or will to everyone sooner or later, we're caught completely offguard even though we knew it was coming all along. Strange how that works.