Broken dreams
Sometimes I feel like a juggler who tries to keep too many balls in the air. The older you get, the more things you build, and the more balls you have to juggle. A wife, kids, a job, a home, a passion, finances, friends, hobbies, ... . Some balls are really fragile, and you do everything not to drop them. They are so important you can't imagine that they will ever scatter on the floor. Unfortunately, a few months ago, the rug was pulled from under my feet, and everything fell on the floor. I'm still picking up the pieces. Some balls will be broken forever, some will remain damaged, and others I hope to restore. The life and the future I imagined I had, are gone. Sorry for not…