Things change.
For better and worse.
The tides turn.
People die.
And we try to escape it.
We strive for eternal comfort.
A pointless concept.
Perfection is unattainable,
But change is required to come close.
Sometimes to survive,
To thrive,
You must cut away the dead growth in your garden.
You must remove the weeds,
Get rid of those holding you back,
So you can come to full bloom.
I wish you luck.
-Mike