In the end there will be times when I am by someone's side and feel alone.  But in the same vein, there will be times when I am far away from anyone and feel connected.  The difference is not in the situation but in myself.

I've always thought of impacting life through a series of small everyday decisions.  We know that this is how dieting works, how studying works, how exercise works, how mental and emotional growth works.  Those times when you stumble upon a "life-changing revelation", or more likely, when someone writes "Why?" on a post-it note, are perhaps simply a culmination of those small instrumented changes over time.  We are constantly affecting and effecting who we are in these moments, this is why consistency is such an easy road for me to take; it ensures that I am always working toward the same things.

Things become so much harder when the past does not give me the answer.  But the inertia of all of the previous moments is somehow the impetus for me to continue picking out the dots to connect.  How could I ever blame myself, and all of my past selves, for simply following upon the path?

I've often described the experience of being a Taurus as picking a direction and continuing to go in that direction, even after the road curves.  Of course, sometimes there are barriers at the edge of the road that we end up barrelling through.  But sometimes it's more like a cliff or a mountain, and it's in those instances that we are forced to divert ourselves.  The question then is what happens when we come out on the other side, do we feel like we should retrace our steps to the same north star that we once followed, or was our trajectory altered in a way that instills us with a new sense of what is forward?

Somehow, though, we set forth, and if things don't feel right, we find ourselves drifting into the right direction, almost as we are gently guided by a magnetic compass.  We look at where we came from, where we are at, and where we may be, and we draw the dotted line forward.  One dot at a time, like always.