Life is a constantly morphing thing. Just when you think you know where it’s all headed you wake up the next morning to a completely different view. The landscape has changed along with the seasons, but the trees are the same trees, only your view has changed. So you try to cling to the old things that used to comfort you, clinging to the familiar, but they provide little or no solace. The fears do not subside. At this point we have no choice but to surrender to the unknown. That is where the real beauty lies. It is not in the knowing, the familiar, the expected but in the embracing of the unknown. A willingness to walk down a new path and to trust that everything is as it should be. perfect as it is. Schopenhauer said, “When you look back on your life, it looks as though it were a plot, but when you are into it, it’s a mess: just one surprise after another. Then, later, you see it was perfect. Sometimes there are little glimpses of the perfection, amidst the mess. It is at those times we feel blessed beyond measure.