The world changes the people we are, or do we change the world to accommodate us? It’s a mix of both, but when is a choice a choice? It’s so hard to tell what’s in your control, to look at everything within your grasp. Slipping away is easy. Before you even notice it, the things you once focused so strongly on, they’re gone. If you lose it that easily, does it even matter? How can you say that you ever cared?