Standing on the verge of a sometimes frightening reality

This is a time in our lives that is rife with uncertainty.
This is a time in our life where nothing is concrete, nothing is sure. We've been holding hands for so long now that to be let go is more of a shock than ever was the direness of being controlled. Now, all of a sudden they want us to go out there and make decisions for ourselves, do things on our own?

Who is out there in that sea of puzzles?
Is there a lantern at one of these docks? The river's currents are beginning to pull me into the undertow. I'm working hard to hold onto these styrofoam life preserver.

Into the gray we go. And hopefully at some point it becomes red and black.

You just have to know yourself to know yourself.

This is the opposite of an ocean of apathy. This is a sea of too much caring. So much that it's become crushing at times and I seem to become immobile.

But there is a lantern on that dock.