You my son are young and have so many paths to take and explore. The
world is in front of you like an ocean ready to cross. The sun is bright and a
crisp wind fills the sails. You are the captain and you are ready to set sail
on many adventures. I on the other hand are older, my options are limited, my
dreams are fading like the dying light of a summer evening. The vision is
dimmed and the wind is sparse and the sun is going down slowly. The torch is
being passed as it has been for generations before.
