Every soul is due hardship and pain. That's something I live by, understand. The charmed are damned--they miss out on the sour that makes life sweet. I know such people. I know all this well. It doesn't make it any easier when life is tightening its noose around my throat, threatening to undo the meager strides I've made. I can feel pain and loss stalking me, waiting to strike. Change is coming, and it's a change I do not want. It makes me wonder if I am already looking back on the best years. I don't think I'm old enough to do that yet.
I feel as if I have just found my place, my home, and that I have put my feet on my path. But a river lies up ahead, and the bridge is out. I don't know whether to leap, turn back, or start swimming.