plethora of people are trudging along the route i took a few months ago, forging friendships they wish tt could go on beyond online technology, they wish tt would have happen somewhere else less transient. & life still goes on sadly, while the mind's left in the past, try to reach and pull the heart back, for only the present counts, for its too late to appreciate something when it becomes your past.

"only difference between a rut and a grave, is its depth'"