Standing on a threshold, I fight the temptation to go back. Back to where it’s comfortable. Back to familiarity. But the reality is this: there is no going back. Because “back” no longer exists. Things have shifted, changed, moved on. “Back” is different than it was. I am different than I was.
“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.”