Have you ever woken from a dream to find that you weren't who you thought you were? That life was passing you by and you didn't know how to climb on the fast track? That changes needed to be made, lost self needed to be found, and in the mist of all this, you were crying so much from lonliness that it was eating at your soul? Making changes of any type are the hardest things one can do. You get comfortable. Like a pair of old shoes that fit your feet. They are worn but they suit you well. Life gets like that. You plod along until one day you notice that you are old, alone, and never did what you set out to do. Or you never discovered what it was you wanted to do. You settled. I dislike that word. "Settle". You settle in a relationship, forgetting the romance, the joys, the passion that brought you together. You settle in your job, hating it as most people do, because it's a paycheck and you are too afraid to find something new. You settle for just living. Existing. Surviving. Never settle. Always try at least to do one thing you want to do, need to do, for yourself. Never ever settle.