Grasping at straws, that’s what I feel I’m doing half the time I’m here.  So many paths to tread, which one should I take?  Where  have the others gone? No, theirs’ isn’t my destiny.  They walked paths through a different time in other seasons for reasons.  What do I choose?  Fame and fortune? Peace and quiet? Wherever I please, the world is my oyster, so my ancestors have assured me. They know plenty and more of what I may never hear about. They know nothing nor any of what I know much about, but these truths remain since their time and through mine. Blood tells. The world forgets. Love hurts. The sun always rises in the morning. Time heals. Thank God you’ve got your health. Time waits for no woman so hold onto your joy where you find it.