Waterfowl on Lesser Slave Lake. Contorted Fidelity, can your existence be proven? Integrity, were you ever really here? Why must the path become obscured, why is it meaning and purpose flees? Pleasantness has been extinguished. Dreams turn harrowed, powerful and persuasive thoughts run unchecked. Life is interrupted. Its order and structure distorted. Bent and broken till it is beyond recognition. Firm, unyielding truths warped, leaving behind a listless husk. The heart and mind are caged. Once there existed solace and familiarity, meaning could be found, yet, now there is confusion. Despair reigns. Everywhere there is a numb stillness. Life has become stark, it is hideous and somber. Where joyousness once ruled now resides apathy. No longer enraptured, cast away, forever shunned. Will this anguish ever subside? Or will it forever taint life? Strength seems to be an illusion. Where is salvation, what of positivity? Hope is desperately needed and inspiration craved. A wasteland of hopelessness looms. Existence has turned dreary. Life is without wonder and merriment, overwhelming indifference abounds. Everything is mundane. Darkness closes in. The stillness abates and emotions begin to swirl, cascade and collide. The mind is addled, caught amongst tumultuousness currents, desperately seeking shelter, trying to find perspective. The tempest rages, threatening to drown its victim beneath waves of anguish, extinguish any and all hope. Yet, despite the fury, the true-self stirs to life, wishes to overcome the onslaught, shed the listlessness, and overcome the gloom. Purpose can be found once more. Optimism can bubble forth, washing away the tumultuousness and renewing the belief that any and everything is possible. The winds can change and uncertainty can be vanquished. Lo, the path ahead remains dark. Weariness may be a familiar companion, the trickle of time and the abundant negativity shapes experiences and forges dark thoughts. It can weigh heavily, stifling dreams and suffocating the soul. In time the doubt subsides, nerves become steadied and once again dismay is banished. Inwardly strength is found and the ability to withstand renewed. The darkness departs, deluged by the sheer force of refreshed optimism. Somehow the crisis passes, diminished and diluted by the passage of time, familiar but increasingly distant….as if nothing more than a half remembered dream. What did it mean? Are there any lessons to be learned? Or was it just one of life’s random events, initially overwhelming and in time reduced to the faintest of memories. Surely, opportunities were lost, experiences that might have been will now never be. And maybe it was never meant to be. The wasteland of hopelessness has ended. Vivid and meaningful dreams have returned. Life is once more full of wondrous sights, overwhelming passions and a belief in the impossible. Nothing is mundane. The heart and mind are free to roam seeking out the next adventure. Blissfully ignorant, never suspecting the next crisis, the next contortion.