We leave so much behind us, that eventually – before long can catch us – it weighs us down a level below what we hope to settle for.
And then forever we’re looking up, yearning for what and who we were, stuck with our baggage cursing our flesh and recognising how little we want to understand of what we pretend to know.
So why then walk along the tightrope sceptical of all of this?
I wander. You wonder. We all fall down.