There is no beginning. There is no end. We walk through life in circles until we don’t. I’ve been thinking a lot about the people who have come in and out of my life lately. Maybe it’s a byproduct of getting (and feeling) old. I think back on fond memories that quickly fade to moments of stress or anger and then to nothingness. Sometimes it’s just a simple thought of yesterday that plays with my emotions and sensibilities. And Sometimes its a pattern or routine disrupted that awakes me. But in the end, I’m back where I started.