The girl (or boy, as the case may be) couldn’t remember exactly when, but life became weary. It was a gradual development - so gradual she didn’t even notice the tears slipping from her eyes at first. But because of it, life became nebulous, and more difficult to navigate.The sun - once bright - faded in the distance, even at noon. She walked through the fog, seeking peace, but up ahead were only the dark clouds of worry and trouble. At other times they weren’t visible at all, but still there; always there.So she turned left and kept moving forward,