Sometimes in life you have cause to stop and look back and wonder why your load is so much lighter, and why you never noticed it lessening. Sometimes you’re so painfully aware of having been abandoned by the sky and the grass, yet you don’t know why. It’s part of growing up perhaps, just something about getting older. Just one of those many things no one tells you about. You grow less important - to others, to the universe, to yourself. You turn from a creature possessed with imagination, insight and charisma to someone who just exists. I make a very poor human I think, but I never asked for the dubious privilege.