It's overwhelming to work out what to do with a life. This short blip of time in which we decide (and achieve) dreams, vision, goals, Shoot for the moon, someone once said. I want to shoot out there, but personally, I find it hard to navigate by the heavens. I’m lost in the Constellation of Consternation. Wondering what lies at the end of the direction I didn’t choose. I float with no direction, no control. Ending weightless. Each stage life brings a different desire, a turning from or tweaking of what is, what failed to materialise and what disappointed. I love making the plans, listening to those of others—how they decided, how they arrived, adding I must do that too! to my own list. That’s the crux of my problem. No matter how much I learn, there is more to learn, new technology to master, new thinking to embrace. Each new concept reveals untrodden paths and again I’m forced to choose, impelled by time, among the eternity of the stars.
