I was looking through some photo's today, and I realized how much younger we looked in them. It's only been a few months. But we looked younger. We looked happy; content. Now there's worry lines and hair loss. A slump that tells of lonliness, defeat and compromised dreams and visions, where there used to be a confident saunter and sway. But most of all, there's a newfound wisdom, depth, sharpness and sadness in our eyes. It's in our faces and posture. But it is our eyes that reveal the most. That's the way it always was with us. The eyes.

Good things are happening. But they feel empty and shallow, and I feel defeated.