Differing views that result in clashes, often more on the personal level than anything else, and putting aside all attachments to other things related, it's hardly surprising how certain things can be so easy to let go of. Then again, letting go is subjective in its own right, and any line drawn is blurry at best.

People and ideas come and go. Enemies of today may be friends tomorrow, and vice versa.

Times change. By the second.

Nothing really seems 'solid' at any given point in time. Is it really that easy to hold on to an attachment? Sometimes we're not given a choice. Sometimes we lose these things either out of our own fault or that of others, but the latter, again, is rather subjective.

In the things we own and hold dear we see ownership. It's quite difficult to see it any other way.

Do people actually realize that what's slipping through their fingers is worth more than they can ever imagine? When all that is gone and the dust has settled on both sides of that blurred line...it pretty much becomes a lot more defined. No crossovers.

How can something built over so many years of sweat, blood and tears be laid to waste with little more than a shrugging of shoulders and a stubborn, caustic denial?

It looks as if everything is losing its soul.

Nobody cares anymore...do they?

Everyone's running away. It's so...disconcerting.

There is medication for illness of health. But there is no medication for death.