I can feel it. Slowly. Subtly. Things are chipping away. I look at them and see them flying away…far into the space. I don’t hold out my hands to stop them, I can’t. My own hands are tied up. I watch them go, sigh a sigh and write posts like these. Giving those little but meaningful things an adieu. A parting souvenir. Maybe I’ll find them again someday. I hope. I can’t say if it makes me sad or strong or plain empty. But I wonder, how much do I have to give away to get what I want?