A life full of people is like a sky full of clouds. Some passing alone, some along, some big, some small, some fast and some slow, but everyone keeps moving. It’s up to you to choose the one whom you want to move with and it’s up to them to decide if they want to move along. Maybe the wind is forcing them in other directions. Maybe a bigger cloud is pushing or pulling them in some other way. Maybe it’s not the cloud you’re after. Maybe it’s a mirage. Maybe you are a mirage.