My life has been very constant. Constant changes have knocked on my door. And they haven’t been very polite. They knocked but don’t really wait for permission to get inside.

If I just sit and hit the rewind button on my life, and think about where I stood one or three years ago, and where I stand now, I find the difference to be so large as to border on unrealistic.

Is that good? Yeah, it is.
Does it hurt? Yeah, quite a bit.

But should I be depressed about it? Hell, NO.