JamesBE

No clue of what to write, no clue of how to get there or, for that matter, why I should get there. Just the simple ebb and flow of a projected ambition. What we ought to be, or ought not. Someone else’s dream, lived through us. Will we force our lost hopes on our children; condemn them to the same fate? Probably. It seems likely that this is a pattern; a cycle, of generations past, and generations to come. Some escape though.