Our time here is good but short. We live inside our minds but we take it out there. We keep consistent in our thinking and conscious in our surroundings. Or at least we try but it comes and goes, this thing called change. Constant in itself that nothing remains as it was before. I want to grow with each change. To not be held back by its boundaries. Its limits and what-ifs. Things don’t always have a course; the path is not always clear. Sometimes it’s just uncertainty that the wheels are even turning. Stuck in the scenery we’ve seen a thousand times before wondering is this the straight narrow or another turnpike. Either way, the road we travel changes under our feet. Standing still or running free, nothing lasts forever but the view is always with me.