I feel for anyone having to navigate themselves into adulthood during these times. Where there used to be 4 options to the multiple choices questions of life, there are now 40. Images and sounds and smells and tastes are prodding at most of us all day, every day. There is no silence for reflection, no hardships for integrity, and no respect for the experienced ones that could help make a little sense of it all. I recognize and see this most in a dear friend of mine. In my attempts to be of help and clarity, I found my actions were part of the fog, part of the maze.