Another chapter of the life book closes, as the roommate moved today. Two weeks remain of these cats before they too join him on his next adventures. I guess I should be better with change and loss, but alas the solemness it brings never quite loses potency.
Yet, I prance on with a largely slow-paced life, seemingly unaware of imminent looming deadlines forcing change upon me. Something has to give, or rather someone like me who must muster ever more effort at a more consistent pace. He got his break now – I need to go catch mine. We may not the purest masters of our fates, but we’re not mere observers either.