Midway through the beginning of a new birth; being born again in the same body carries the same complexities and irony. We can never go back; perspective allows us to see what we would like to change but we are bound by the present moment. More often than not, we are pieces being played in someone’s agenda; our goals and aspirations nothing but a carrot dangled in front of us. The games, once subtle, played in an open arena with little regard for consequences; our trusting natures crumbling into dusted stupidity. The decision, whether or not to stay, becomes more obvious and painful to choose.
Yet, we still dare to dream.