There comes a point, for some of us, when things change forever. The early years are, in retrospect, carefree and joyous. Now we are trapped in what seems an eternity of drudgery. It isn’t horrific to us anymore. Now it is just one damn thing after the other.

Is there a way to recapture our, perhaps, immature glee? I have found no path to that destination.

We must carry on with idealistic goals; this despite the gray reality which we somehow manage to survive. We may have to toil in darkness, yet still we may work toward the light.