Look at the lines on your palm and you know there was nothing you could do. Or change even if you wanted to. Those lines have always been the same, they just got longer from child to adulthood. And the choices you made were many times not choices at all - they were the result of circumstance over which you had no control.

And when you tell me that you find yourself alone, and that life is standing still, and that everyone you know has 'moved on' I ask you, -- Have they really move on or merely changed direction? When the road is long and the scenery the same mile after mile it can seem like you haven't moved at all. But you have. And as for those who were once by your side and later went their own way, who is to say they don't feel exactly the way you do now? Who is to say they scenery on the road they took hasn't changed in a very long time? So don't talk about going back. When you have travelled this long and this far, going back is not an option. From here you can only look ahead. And when one day you get to this small town by the highway you will stay a while and then want to move again. That's just how it is. You will keep going till you reach the sea. For wherever you are on this earth, if you keep travelling, one day you will - reach the sea.

So sit down, pour yourself a drink, and let's talk. Coz though it feels like you are dying inside, your heart's still beating.