Cold of winter, sun at dawn, praying for all that keeps us warm. A way to go, still not there. Life is tough. Life’s not fair. A call, a cry to the cosmos far; help me buttress my existence and not stray too far. Guide me in all that is good and true. Please help me to do what I know I should do. I pray; I do. Is it enough? I don’t know. At times my personal evolution seems too slow. But that is life, a process not an endpoint. We can do what we can, if we can see our way through. We can stick to our goals and be, to ourselves, true. Yet life has distractions to drag us off course. And we need to be the boss of our actions, if we are to keep to our path. If we do not, well, you do the math.