What does it all mean? Every now and then, it taunts me. Pokes me. Sneers at me. Reduces me to nothing. A silent voice in my head that beckons for more; in life, from life. Telling me that I have it all, but then I don’t. It’s not about shuffling my deck of ingratitude. Thankfulness … More Read if you must. And pray tell, if you understand the rings in my tree.